Tami Neilson

Miss Jones
Big mouth, talkin' sass Shinin' with her big brass Haters, they can kiss her ass Before the door hits it Drop the mic, don't care Bring the fire everywhere Tell her no, don't you dare The girl is gonna get it Get it, get it, yeah, alright Swingin' skirt, feet jumpin' Man, that woman sure is somethin' Gets your blood pumpin' Damn, the girl can sing One hundred nights and days The Queen and Kings play Tearin' up every stage A hurricane on legs Look out, look out, yeah, alright Miss Jones, Miss Jones Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones Miss Jones, Miss Jones Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones Genuine, real deal Letras de cancionesGirl has always kept it real Don't ya know she's still here? Can't ya hear her sing? Heavens yes, Hell no This ain't Mama's last show Teachin' angels, don't you know To get up off their things Get up, get up, yeah, alright Miss Jones, Miss Jones Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones Miss Jones, Miss Jones Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yeah yeah yeah M-I-S-S J-O-N-E-S, yes Miss Jones, Miss Jones Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones Miss Jones, Miss Jones Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones Miss Jones, Miss Jones Ain't no one above ya, Miss Jones Miss Jones, Miss Jones Oh how I love ya, Miss Jones From Letras Mania