Dallas Smith - Autograph Lyrics
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Autograph
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What Are The Lyrics For Autograph By Dallas Smith?
Bet you were a homecoming queen
Real life, small town dreams You probably had them lined up in old blue jeans And dropped tollgates at seventeen Hanging on your every word if you'd ever let me I'd change your autograph I'd put my name on you And I'd put a big old ring in your left hand So everybody knew that I'm the lucky one With heaven on my arm, sun's going down Edge of town, one knee on the ground I'd change your autograph, hmm You look like some kind of star On the hood of my car Ruby red on your lips Blow a kiss, make a wish If you would let me, girl I'd go that far I'd change your autograph I'd put my name on you And I'd put a big old ring in your left hand So everybody knew that I'm the lucky one With heaven on my arm, sun's going down Edge of town One knee on the ground I'd change your autograph So everybody knows, everybody sees Everywhere you go, that's you and me Girl, let me I'd change your autograph I'd put my name on you And I'd put a big old ring in your left hand So everybody knew that I'm the lucky one With heaven on my arm, sun's going down Edge of town, one knee on the ground I'd change your autograph, hmm I'd change your autograph, hmm |
Who Wrote Autograph By Dallas Smith?
Haley Georgia Brucker, Nicolle Clawson, Ross Copperman
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What's The Duration Of The Autograph By Dallas Smith?The duration of Autograph is 2:55 minutes and seconds. |
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