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Phones and glasses scattered around the room I put my jumper in the freezer just to find something to do A tourist knocks on my door by mistake See, I was dying on the seventh, and his friend lives on the eighth I'm a sad country song of a woman Should do good for the brand but it doesn't She saw my flat I saw the joy drain from her eyes Aw, shoot! I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again for the good skin-on wine Aw, shoot! I cut my life up and I'm running out of time I can hear them laughing up the stairs Excited to see Paris, they wish I wasn't here I am like a fly buzzed in the room They dance amongst the paintings I drink researching tombs I'm a national cliche of a lady Should do good to have fun but baby Having fun's a welcome And I've worn that welcome out Letras de cancionesAw, shoot! I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again, I can't stop drinking wine Aw, shoot! I cut my life up and I'm running out of time Oh, oh Sorry ladies! Up in the sky And I'm a sad country song of a woman Should do good to be smart, but it doesn't 'Cuz if they're the angels I'm here knowing I'm not high Aw, shoot! I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again, for the angels on high Aw, shoot! I cut my life up and I'm running out of time Oooh, ooooh Have a nice holiday! From Letras Mania