She's Gonna Hurt Somebody
She's stepping on the gas
Going too fast
Driving with her knee
Truckers screaming, "Baby, pick a lane"
You're gonna hurt somebody
Got the mirror sideways
Puttin' on her face
No more crying
All she's thinking about is sweet revenge
She's gonna hurt somebody
Some fool went and broke her heart
Bad move
I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her mind
She's gonna hurt somebody
She walks into the bar
Even in the dark
You can see it in her eyes
Everybody whispers give her room
As she heads up to the band
Napkin in her hand
Makin' her request
Hey buddy, don't you play that song
She's gonna hurt somebody
Some fool just asked her to dance
Bad move
I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her mind
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
Yea, I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her minds
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
Going too fast
Driving with her knee
Truckers screaming, "Baby, pick a lane"
You're gonna hurt somebody
Got the mirror sideways
Puttin' on her face
No more crying
All she's thinking about is sweet revenge
She's gonna hurt somebody
Some fool went and broke her heart
Bad move
I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her mind
She's gonna hurt somebody
She walks into the bar
Even in the dark
You can see it in her eyes
Everybody whispers give her room
As she heads up to the band
Napkin in her hand
Makin' her request
Hey buddy, don't you play that song
She's gonna hurt somebody
Some fool just asked her to dance
Bad move
I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her mind
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
Yea, I feel sorry for the guy
That winds up in her arms
He's gonna wake up wondering
What train just ran over his heart
With that little black dress
Those wild red lips
And one thing on her minds
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
She's gonna hurt somebody
Credits
Writer(s): Jim Collins, Wendell Lee Mobley, Charles Elliott Wicks
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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