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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