Brittany Rose - Charm

Smokin jazz cigarettes
Making out in Cadillacs
Creating picket fenced dreams
You're here to please
It may not be a holiday
But she's the only voice we play
When we get lost in the sheets
You're a dream

Whiskey Red Woman
Heart To Heart
Jameson Lovin'
She's A Dream
And you wish you had her
You wish you had her
Charm

Coming closer
LA in the distance
Rollercoaster
New York, keep the madness
Barefoot on
Hollywood Boulevard
City of Angels on
Satan's front yard

In the backseat of your old ford
Let's pretend it's a corvette
Like Prince could afford
You can lie and say
There's nothin like the glory days
Nothing like the golden days
So let's keep chasing sun rays

Written by:
Brittany Miller

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