Miranda Lambert - Guilty in Here Lyrics
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Guilty in Here
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What Are The Lyrics For Guilty in Here By Miranda Lambert?
God knows I tried everything I could
To stay inside tonight But that boy's like a sore in your mouth That you just have to fight Your number one is shakin' hands With numbers two and three Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? I made a point of not mixin' Love and pleasure in my life 'Cause daytime boys and nighttime boys Usually don't see eye to eye But I've been on a goal of late And they're all on their knees Is it guilty in here, or is just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room underneath my thumb Maybe after all the ends do justify the means Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? What became of all the boys Who only want one thing? Will someone tell me what I'm doin' wrong 'Cause the good ones all got wedding rings And the young ones are just too dumb And I don't think I have any more Room underneath my thumb Maybe after all the ends do justify the means Is it guilty in here, or is it just me? Is it guilty in here - maybe it's just me |
Who Wrote Guilty in Here By Miranda Lambert?
Miranda Lambert, Travis Howard
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What's The Duration Of The Guilty in Here By Miranda Lambert?The duration of Guilty in Here is 2:43 minutes and seconds. |
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