Miranda Lambert - Girls Lyrics
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Girls
Girls Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Girls By Miranda Lambert?
Imagine a fighter with a centerfold face
Comes from a long line of blue collars and lace With a grip like reins to a steed And kisses for days And imagine a winner holding pink champagne Who still loves her daddy but changes her name An overachiever, even she don't believe her own fame You can't change her mind (Even if you wanted to) You can always try (She'll see through to you, she'll see through you) If you think you're the only one she'll want in this world Then you don't know nothin' 'bout girls Imagine your best friend and your worst enemy Begs you to stay and then wishes you'd leave Like Marilyn Monroe she can be who you want her to be You can't change her mind (Even if you wanted to) You can always try (She'll through to you, she'll see through you) If you think you're the only one she'll want in this world Then you don't know nothin' 'bout girls Go on, go on Give her everything and more Love her all you want She was never yours You can't change her mind You can always try If you think you're the only one She'll want in this world Then you don't know nothin' about girls If you think you're the only one She'll want in this world Then you don't know nothing No nothing 'Bout girls |
Who Wrote Girls By Miranda Lambert?
Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby, Jimmy Robbins
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What's The Duration Of The Girls By Miranda Lambert?The duration of Girls is 3:35 minutes and seconds. |
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