Lyrics : Noah Conrad/Annika Bennett/Jonah Shy/Tucker Pillsbury
Music : Noah Conrad/Annika Bennett/Jonah Shy/Tucker Pillsbury
She had the hoops, white gold
With the penny loafs covering her toes
She was mine, got cold
Now the guilt's the only thing I hold
Spend my nights all alone
Till I snap and buy a redeye home
And I toss and I turn
Let a cigarette burn
My skin like a furnace
Damn honey, look at you go
Ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
Tennessee for the night
Got to get out of town sometimes
Got drunk on the flight
Since she left I've been way out of line
Lost my faith and my mind
On the day we had to say goodbye
And I try not to call but the leaves start to fall
Girl, it's nobody's fault but damn
You could make a thug cry
Ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Ooh, look at that-
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Damn, girl, you could make a thug cry
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, look at that woman
Breaking
Breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
She's breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
Breaking my heart
She had the hoops, white gold
She had the hoops, white gold
She had the hoops, white gold