Tanya Tucker - Fist City Lyrics
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Fist City
Fist City Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Fist City By Tanya Tucker?
Oh, you've been makin' your brags around town
That you've been a lovin' my man But the man I love, when he picks up trash He puts it in a garbage can That's what a you look like to me What I see's a pity You better close your face and stay outta my way If you don't wanna go to fist city If you don't wanna go to fist city You better detour around my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head And I'll lift you off the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't N' that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man If you don't wanna go to fist city Come on and tell me what you told my friends If you think you're brave enough And I'll show you what a real woman is Since you think you're hot stuff You'll bite off more than you can chew If you get to cute or witty You better move your feet If you don't wanna eat A meal that's called fist city If you don't wanna go to fist city You better detour around my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head And I'll lift you off the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't N' that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man If ya don't wanna go to fist city I'm here to tell you gal to lay off my man If you don't wanna go to fist city |
Who Wrote Fist City By Tanya Tucker?
Loretta Lynn
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What's The Duration Of The Fist City By Tanya Tucker?The duration of Fist City is 2:02 minutes and seconds. |
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