Lyrics Complaint - Pale Crow

Complaint

She’s got to be your woman
But she makes you feel the same wrong and thrown
Ooh Lord, let me drive you home:
Hustle and buzz:
Our Mary’s back in town.
Sheeny little face
Braves,
Don’t mess around!
Hey, Babe,
You’re gonna make them wallets pray
Yea-eah.
No matter how you try
You gotta be on high
To face this truth
The love is in the air
Let’s ride the electric chair
Over and over again
You’re choosing your complaint
Truly
God sent us far
You gotta feel it till the grave
No matter how you try
You gotta be on high
To face this truth
The love is in the air
Let’s ride the electric chair
Over and over again
You’re choosing your complaint