24th & Munroe

She says she likes my style well baby I like those thighs
And the way you move and walk and talk
You really caught my eye in this old dive bar
Where cheap cigars fill the smokey air
You wanna go to a better place I know
Where no ones listening at all

No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
And theres bottles on the wall
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all

She makes the devil scared she talks so innocent and sweet
With ringlets in her hair you really got me come on baby lets go
To the last call by the bar on the downtown strip lets ride away lets go
You grab the wheel while I light my smoke
Just up 24th & Munroe

No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
And theres bottles on the wall
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all

No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all
No ones listening at all, no ones listening at all



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Baddley
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