Nocona George - Your Favorite Band

A cigarette in an ashtray, maybe
Zeppelin IV on the decks
Your eyes like tiffany diamonds
Pretty expensive and i'm drownin in debt

I wanna be your favorite band
Be your man
Build a little home, hold a little hand

You got me flying domestic, sweetheart
On my white picket shit

I like your lipstick
On my collar
When i leave in the morning
Been feeling better
Sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater

I want to watch you make your art
Fall apart
Hit the fan
Scrape up all the shrimp and refill the pan

Grab a tennis ball
Chuck it at the fire alarm
Did our best okay let's rest

I want to be your favorite band
So goddamn bad
I'm mad

You'll have to catch me on the B side, baby
My word
Put me back in the herd

Still want your lipstick
On my collar
When i
Leave in the morning

Been feeling better
Sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
Sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater
Sipping whiskey in a mustard sweater

Written by:
Sam Beck

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