Mascara
She bites her wine stained lips
Mascara runs down her cheek
One last drag on my cigarette and she turns to me
It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable
It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable
Time to be off on your own
No one's waitin' on her
No one's countin' on her
Girl off you go
Alabama, what are you doin' out on the road?
Babe, it's been a long time, I've not been okay, you should never know
Well, you been runnin' wild baby, stories I've been told, baby, I should not have known
I hear you like thе warm weather
Powderin' your nosе, baby
Sand between your toes
I heard you're in the desert, love, tryna find a path baby
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes
And now you want the good stuff talkin' like you're being tough stories I've been told
I hear you're in the desert tryna find a path baby
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes, oh
And you have been gone for too long
I've been startin' to freak out, baby
And if this is a joke it's been runnin' too long
Goin' over my head, baby
And I cannot live without love in my life, baby
They want me to live without love in my life, baby
And you have been gone for too long
I've been startin' to freak out, baby
If this is a joke it's been runnin' too long
Goin' over my head, babe
And I cannot live without love in my life
They want me to live without love in my life, baby
Mascara runs down her cheek
One last drag on my cigarette and she turns to me
It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable
It's time to leave
It's time to go
She's comfortable
Time to be off on your own
No one's waitin' on her
No one's countin' on her
Girl off you go
Alabama, what are you doin' out on the road?
Babe, it's been a long time, I've not been okay, you should never know
Well, you been runnin' wild baby, stories I've been told, baby, I should not have known
I hear you like thе warm weather
Powderin' your nosе, baby
Sand between your toes
I heard you're in the desert, love, tryna find a path baby
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes
And now you want the good stuff talkin' like you're being tough stories I've been told
I hear you're in the desert tryna find a path baby
Tryna feed your soul
I sold mine long ago, baby this is not a joke, baby, I know how it goes, oh
And you have been gone for too long
I've been startin' to freak out, baby
And if this is a joke it's been runnin' too long
Goin' over my head, baby
And I cannot live without love in my life, baby
They want me to live without love in my life, baby
And you have been gone for too long
I've been startin' to freak out, baby
If this is a joke it's been runnin' too long
Goin' over my head, babe
And I cannot live without love in my life
They want me to live without love in my life, baby
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Writer(s): Spencer Muscio, Brendan Rayman
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