Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Southern Comfort , by - The Orwells. Song from the album Disgraceland, in the genre ПанкRelease date: 26.05.2014
Record label: Atlantic, Canvasback
Song language: English
Southern Comfort |
| Drink by drink, I think, I’m thinking |
| Why don’t you hang with me this weekend? |
| And I can’t walk and I can’t dance |
| Give me a smile and then take off your pants |
| Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror |
| Girls in the back seat, trunk full of beer |
| Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs |
| I’m not that old but I’m getting pretty wise |
| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah |
| Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue? |
| Won’t stop sipping till we’re both numb |
| Who’s that girl in the short black skirt |
| Lotta lip gloss and the tight white shirt? |
| Hand down my pants, hands on my glass |
| Got to the bottom of the barrel, but I still can’t dance |
| Life is better with a hand full of ass |
| Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass |
| Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah |