Arizona

That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender

She shakes
Like a morning railway
Checking me out
Someone on her shoulder

Her lamp
Flickers in her bedroom
She must feel as awkward
Whorehouse Arizona

Now go
Stand up to a giant
Say that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to...

Shake hands

My face
Is laying on the pavement
Tasting something awful
I hate when that happens

She waved
Thinking that it's sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do



Credits
Writer(s): Jared Followill, Caleb Followill, Nathan Followill, Matthew Followill
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