More Fun To Miss

Ooh-ah

I still need a drink, put all the glasses in the sink
From chasin' a shot, been going through hell
For the record, I'm fine with what's left of what's mine
I almost took you by mistake for someone else

You're just a wild guess in a see-through dress
I don't wanna hear you squealin' up my drive
It took guts to think that I would buy that wink
But that little thing you do just ain't right

More fun to miss
Than to be with
More fun to kiss
Than to be with
More fun to miss
Than to be with

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah

You're still at the night, upside down and up-right
It must be how your little mind gets fair
Now, do I shoot straight or do I cheat, babe?
Oh, it does a number on my head

But I don't pull tricks
Last time I hit a lick
Was when I heard the church bells were chiming
But you'd be just as fun as a jammed-up gun
Another shot, it's just the wrong place and time

More fun to miss
Than to be with
More fun to kiss
Than to be with
More fun to miss
Than to be with

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah

You'll be more fun to miss
Than to be with
You'll be more fun to kiss
Than to be with
You'll be more fun to miss
Than to be with
You'll be more fun to miss

Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah



Credits
Writer(s): Blake Mills, Matt Sweeney
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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