you can be the boss

  • dmnrzv

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    You taste like the Fourth of July
    Malt liquor on your breath, my, my
    I love you but I don’t know why…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
    I like you a lot, I like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
    You know that I like, like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    He had a cigarette with his number on it
    He gave it over to me, “Do you want it?”
    I knew it was wrong but I palmed it
    I saved it, I waited, I called it
    The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips
    The liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
    I knew it was wrong, I’m beyond it
    I tried to be strong but I lost it.


    You taste like the Fourth of July
    Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
    I like you a lot, I like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
    You know that I like, like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…


    He has a white Corvette like I want it
    A fire in his eyes, no, I saw it
    He’s bleeding from his brain and his wallet
    He’s sick and he’s taken but honest
    The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips
    The liquor on his lips I just can’t resist
    As close as I’ll get to the darkness
    He tells me to “Shut up, I got this.”

    You taste like the Fourth of July
    Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
    I like you a lot, I like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
    You know that I like, like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    I need you, I need you babe
    Like I never needed anyone
    You’re wrong but you’re so much fun
    You say you treat 'em mean to keep 'em keen – you're not that nice

    But you taste like the Fourth of July
    Malt liquor on your breath, my, my…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
    I like you a lot, I like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

    You can be the boss, daddy
    You can be the boss
    Bad to the bone, sick as a dog
    You know that I like, like you a lot
    Don’t let it stop…

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