Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Medley: Spilled Perfume / Let That Pony Run / Good Ones, artist - Pam Tillis. Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Song language: English
Medley: Spilled Perfume / Let That Pony Run / Good Ones |
| I ain’t even gonna ask you |
| I can read you like a book |
| Girl, if I ever saw one that’s an |
| I can’t believe I did that look |
| You look like something |
| That the cat drug in |
| So I won’t kick you while you’re down |
| Just let me tell you, friend to friend |
| About a block I’ve been around |
| Did you really think last night |
| Would last forever |
| Did you really think that guy |
| Hung the moon |
| Right now, you hate yourself |
| Cuz you knew better |
| But there’s no use crying |
| Over spilled perfume |
| No use crying over |
| No use crying over |
| No use crying over spilled perfume |
| La la la la la la, la la la la la |
| Mary was married with children |
| Had the perfect suburban life |
| 'Til her husband came clean with the help of Jim Beam |
| And confessed all his sins one night |
| Said he’d fallen in love with a barmaid |
| Said she made him feel reckless and young |
| And when he was through, what else could she do |
| She just let that pony run |
| 'Cause you do what you gotta do |
| And you know what you know |
| Hang on 'til you can’t hang on |
| Then you learn to let go |
| You get what you need sometimes |
| But when it’s all said and done |
| You do what you gotta do |
| Then you let that pony run |
| Let that pony run |
| Ooooh-yeah |
| She’ll turn thirty-four this weekend |
| She’ll go out with her girlfriends |
| And drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on |
| There’ll be guys and there’ll be come-ons |
| She’ll probably get hit on |
| But she thinks all the good ones are gone |
| She’s got friends down at the office |
| And she can’t help but notice |
| That when the day is over, how they all hurry home |
| Every day there’s guys she works with |
| Even some she flirts with |
| But it seems like all the good ones are gone |
| And her momma called this morning |
| Said I’m worried about my baby |
| Said I wish you had a family of your own |
| She said Mom it’s not that easy |
| Well you make it sound so simple |
| She can’t take the first man that comes along |
| She’ll turn thirty-four this weekend |
| She’ll go out with her girlfriends |
| Drink some margaritas, cut up and carry on |
| Oooh-yeah |