Babara

Excuse me sir
Where the gasoline
My car it's a little low
And i'm a long way from home

Please accept this plastic card
I left all my cash at home
In a box that solves problems

Standing in line
To see what he'll get
She walks on by
Skips the queue
Ma'amm what can we do for you

Barbaras here for another loan
With a little more debt
And a bottle of Rothschild wine
She heads on back to bed

Bottle bone dry

Hey son pass that toy gun
Gonna paint it black
Take it the bank
See what they'll trade for that

Here she walk in
With her permed up a hair
And a hangover
From the time
She spent last night
With the rich folks down the street

Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry

She's here for another taste
A roll up of coin
And a bag of cash
See if it'll last this time

He puts the gun up to her face
Takes the loot straight from the bag
Its the last time he gets denied

I tried to do it
Just like you
But they up and through him away
Cause we aint the same

Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry
Bottle bone dry

Why Barbara why

Bottle's bone dry

Why Barabara why

Bottle's bone dry

Why Barbara why

Bottle's bone dry

Why barbara why



Credits
Writer(s): Ari Fine, John Aldridge, Joshua Douglas Blanco, Shane Ray Mulhall
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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