Parker McCollum - Pretty Heart Lyrics
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Pretty Heart
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What Are The Lyrics For Pretty Heart By Parker McCollum?
I didn't think I was a bad guy
I knew that you were good You were golden on the inside And you loved me the best you could I'm the one who dropped the ball Got you high and let you fall Let the best thing I ever had slip away What does that say about me I could do you like I did That I could break an angel's wings What does that say about me? That I stood there like a fence post As you drove off in your car What does that say about me Now that I've broke your pretty heart? Your pretty heart I've been drinking like a drunkard In these Austin neon lights Burning smokes and wondering If there's anything I've done right Well I wish that I could go back Hang on to what I had Guess that's all, babe Nothing but a dream What does that say about me? I could do you like I did That I could break an angel's wings What does that say about me? That I stood there like a fence post As you drove off in your car What does that say about me Now that I've broke your pretty heart? Your pretty heart What does that say about me? I could do you like I did That I could break an angel's wings What does that say about me? That I stood there like a fence post As you drove off in your car What does that say about me Now that I've broke your pretty heart? Your pretty heart Your pretty heart Your pretty heart |
Who Wrote Pretty Heart By Parker McCollum?
Parker Yancey Mccollum, Randy Montana
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What's The Duration Of The Pretty Heart By Parker McCollum?The duration of Pretty Heart is 4:04 minutes and seconds. |
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