Cougar
You know what they say
The sun don't shine in the shade, oh no
And She don't wear no underwear
What the hell do I care, none
Feels like you're digging out
Pieces of my brain
Put em back
Put em back
Before I go insane
It's an old wives tale
People do yourself a favor
Listen to the words I say
Running in a rainstorm
Banging on you front door
Begging you to let me stay
She was married when I met her, a professor by trade, yea
I was failing school I wouldn't graduate
Broke what we had, I turned into salt
I'll never look back and it's all my fault
Okay
Well I was up late last night
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
Thinking about you, my baby blue
Woe is me, how could it be
I let you pry your way back into my life
Should of known better than to let you in
For one last try
It's an old wives tale
People do yourself a favor
Listen to the words I say
Running in a rainstorm
Banging on you front door
Wishing you would let me stay
She was married when I met her, a professor by trade, yea
I was failing school I would not graduate
Broke what we had, I turned into salt
I'll never look back and it's all my fault
All my fault
All my fault
The sun don't shine in the shade, oh no
And She don't wear no underwear
What the hell do I care, none
Feels like you're digging out
Pieces of my brain
Put em back
Put em back
Before I go insane
It's an old wives tale
People do yourself a favor
Listen to the words I say
Running in a rainstorm
Banging on you front door
Begging you to let me stay
She was married when I met her, a professor by trade, yea
I was failing school I wouldn't graduate
Broke what we had, I turned into salt
I'll never look back and it's all my fault
Okay
Well I was up late last night
Staring down the barrel of a colt 45
Thinking about you, my baby blue
Woe is me, how could it be
I let you pry your way back into my life
Should of known better than to let you in
For one last try
It's an old wives tale
People do yourself a favor
Listen to the words I say
Running in a rainstorm
Banging on you front door
Wishing you would let me stay
She was married when I met her, a professor by trade, yea
I was failing school I would not graduate
Broke what we had, I turned into salt
I'll never look back and it's all my fault
All my fault
All my fault
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Writer(s): Jake Fiss
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