Hickey King
I drove an hour and a half
Two hours back
I even got a sunburn for that boy
No one told me not to ever drive back
No one even made a noise
I want to commend you
This red bruise ain't going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your fake name
Baby
Okay
Baby
I'm okay, I'll be fine if I shoot straight
It's all cool, I'm alright
I'll move on if I sit tight
Don't tell a soul just throw it away
I thought it would be hard to see you this way
I thought it would be pleasing to treat you like that
Thought i'd take the easy way out
I want to commend you
This red bruise ain't going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your fake name
Baby
I'm okay, I'll be fine if I shoot straight
It's all cool, I'm alright
I'll move on if I sit tight
I'll blot my lips on you
But please don't take it personally
That wax heart stamp on you is purely egotistic and cheap
I'll blot my lips on you but please don't take it take it personally
It never meant a thing never meant a thing
Never meant a thing never meant a thing
Don't tell a soul just throw it away
I thought it would be harder to see you this way
Thought it would be pleasing to treat you like that
Thought i'd take the easy way out
I want to commend you
This red bruise it's not going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your big fake name
Baby
Okay
Baby
Two hours back
I even got a sunburn for that boy
No one told me not to ever drive back
No one even made a noise
I want to commend you
This red bruise ain't going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your fake name
Baby
Okay
Baby
I'm okay, I'll be fine if I shoot straight
It's all cool, I'm alright
I'll move on if I sit tight
Don't tell a soul just throw it away
I thought it would be hard to see you this way
I thought it would be pleasing to treat you like that
Thought i'd take the easy way out
I want to commend you
This red bruise ain't going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your fake name
Baby
I'm okay, I'll be fine if I shoot straight
It's all cool, I'm alright
I'll move on if I sit tight
I'll blot my lips on you
But please don't take it personally
That wax heart stamp on you is purely egotistic and cheap
I'll blot my lips on you but please don't take it take it personally
It never meant a thing never meant a thing
Never meant a thing never meant a thing
Don't tell a soul just throw it away
I thought it would be harder to see you this way
Thought it would be pleasing to treat you like that
Thought i'd take the easy way out
I want to commend you
This red bruise it's not going away
My hickey king of little league
Tiny trophy with your big fake name
Baby
Okay
Baby
Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Mckenna Bighorse, Kelli Drew Mayo, Kurtis Lee Mayo
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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