Jason Collett - Bitch City Lyrics
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Bitch City
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What Are The Lyrics For Bitch City By Jason Collett?
Jukebox in the corner scratches, sputters and toils
Sputters and toils, scratchy sputters and toils She ain't that pretty but she knows how to howl That hollow, high-cheekbone moan Bottoms-up courage, the barstool drumrolls A fortune teller looks worried so she swallows and chokes You can't remember your name, ain't nobody got a home Monkeys dance then turn into love Bitch City, Bitch City, gettin' your kicks Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks Bitch City, Bitch City I wouldn't a-missed Blow me a kiss back home All the vulgar dandies with a rat-a-tat-tat The cute nubile cuties with a skip in their step You've got to walk light when you're stepping in shit Throwin' the dog a bone Bitch City fangs really sink in your neck Diggin' in those nails up and down your back She's pantin' in your ear with a stench of breath Ashin' a cigarette in your fresh beer Bitch City, Bitch City, gettin' your kicks Gettin' your kicks, gettin' your kicks Bitch City, Bitch City, it's over so quick Blow me a kiss back home Smudged mascara f*ck She won't let you sleep, she won't let you get up She'll make you crawl on your knees and beg for her love And the buzzing bee heat is her street's home Cracked-up dawn sucked the new moon dry Burned-out constellations in an invisible sky Bitch City blowing smoke in your eyes All bloodshot with love |
Who Wrote Bitch City By Jason Collett?
Jason Collett
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What's The Duration Of The Bitch City By Jason Collett?The duration of Bitch City is 3:16 minutes and seconds. |
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