Arizona

That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender
She shakes
Like the morning railway
Checking me out
Something on her shoulder

And the lamp
Flickers in the bedroom
She must feel as awkward
Whorehouse Arizona
And I go
Stand up to a giant
Said that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to

My face
Layin' on the pavement
Tasting somethin' awful
I hate when that happens
And she waits
Thinking that it's sexy
She must be plumb crazy
I kinda think I like it
Kinda think I do



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Writer(s): Ivan Nathan Followill, Jared Followill, Matthew Followill, Anthony Caleb Followill
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