I saw you in a magazine the other day When they asked you where you came from, funny you forgot place I guess you caught amnesia, been knowing you before Pre-K Can't hide the real you behind new fake name
You can chase the You can the fame Used to be the of the cheer team Now you're a never coming homecoming queen Don't sell yourself girl You must be You even Blonde girl Or even true to your roots,
I saw Mama and your sister on Sunday Your little brother starts school on Your roll over in his grave If he saw the way you
You can the lights You can the fame Used to be the captain of the cheer Now you're just a never coming queen Don't sell yourself girl You be confused You ain't even Blonde Or even to your roots Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah, ah
I used to love your lips had a down home taste So why'd you go and fill 'em Mess up the ones that God
You can the lights You can the fame Used to be the of the cheer team Now you're just a coming homecoming queen Don't sell long girl You be confused You ain't even girl Or even true to roots
(Yeah, ah, ah) We were there when your Daddy wasn't (Yeah, ah, ah) We were the first time you got drunk (Yeah, ah, ah, ah) even hold up your head So I you up and put you in bed (Yeah, ah, ah) My shirt dried your tears when Brett broke your (Yeah, ah, ah) I the blame in that old cop car (Yeah, ah, ah, ah) Laughed when you choked on your smoke Watching you now is a damn joke, Yeah, ah, ah Yeah, ah, ah