Letra de Panties In Your Purse
I saw you standing in the hallway Red plastic cup and one of them big long cigarettes You asked me if I could play you some Dylan I said, "Dylan, who?", you told me to kiss your assI apologized But you could tell I didn't mean it by the way I rolled my eyes Then you said "It wasn't me, it was you" Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me whyStuff was flying out of the window Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming He'd come home early, parked his car way up the streetYou had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse It was 10 a.m, all the neighbors heard Him calling you a whore and a tramp You just stood there while your heels sank into the warm wet groundHe got a lawyer, you've got a bottle He got the children and you moved in with your mama She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car She don't care how late you call to tell her where you areY'all still fight, she still nags you some Somehow it's different now than you were young It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself