Panties in Your Purse
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⏱️ 4:41 duration
🆔 ID: 13489299
📜 Lyrics
I saw you standing in the hallway
Red plastic cup and one of them big long cigarettes
You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
I said, "Dylan, who?", you told me to kiss your ass
I apologized
But you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
Then you said "It wasn't me, it was you"
Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why
Stuff was flying out of the window
Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street
You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
It was 10 a.m, all the neighbors heard
Him calling you a whore and a tramp
You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground
He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle
He got the children and you moved in with your mama
She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
Somehow it's different now than you were young
It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell
For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself
Red plastic cup and one of them big long cigarettes
You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
I said, "Dylan, who?", you told me to kiss your ass
I apologized
But you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
Then you said "It wasn't me, it was you"
Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why
Stuff was flying out of the window
Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street
You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
It was 10 a.m, all the neighbors heard
Him calling you a whore and a tramp
You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground
He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle
He got the children and you moved in with your mama
She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
Somehow it's different now than you were young
It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell
For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:22.61] I saw you standing in the hallway
[00:27.53] Red plastic cup and one of them big long cigarettes
[00:33.32] You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
[00:37.71] I said, "Dylan, who?", you told me to kiss your ass
[00:43.69] I apologized
[00:47.56] But you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
[00:54.26] Then you said "It wasn't me, it was you"
[00:59.04] Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why
[01:03.51]
[01:26.42] Stuff was flying out of the window
[01:31.57] Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
[01:36.82] He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
[01:42.03] He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street
[01:47.34] You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
[01:53.04] It was 10 a.m, all the neighbors heard
[01:58.22] Him calling you a whore and a tramp
[02:02.36] You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground
[02:08.28]
[02:30.29] He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle
[02:35.43] He got the children and you moved in with your mama
[02:40.86] She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
[02:45.85] She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
[02:51.90] Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
[02:56.62] Somehow it's different now than you were young
[03:02.37] It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell
[03:06.48] For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself
[03:12.66]
[00:27.53] Red plastic cup and one of them big long cigarettes
[00:33.32] You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
[00:37.71] I said, "Dylan, who?", you told me to kiss your ass
[00:43.69] I apologized
[00:47.56] But you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes
[00:54.26] Then you said "It wasn't me, it was you"
[00:59.04] Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why
[01:03.51]
[01:26.42] Stuff was flying out of the window
[01:31.57] Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath
[01:36.82] He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
[01:42.03] He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street
[01:47.34] You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
[01:53.04] It was 10 a.m, all the neighbors heard
[01:58.22] Him calling you a whore and a tramp
[02:02.36] You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet ground
[02:08.28]
[02:30.29] He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle
[02:35.43] He got the children and you moved in with your mama
[02:40.86] She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
[02:45.85] She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are
[02:51.90] Y'all still fight, she still nags you some
[02:56.62] Somehow it's different now than you were young
[03:02.37] It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell
[03:06.48] For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself
[03:12.66]