Slow night so long, she's frenching out the flavour,
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She's 17 but I done went an plum forgot it
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No tears are gone they're pooling on the table,
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No tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind
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So far so good she's absolutely wasted,
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She's hanging up and changing her story around
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I just don't know where leading ladies come from,
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I just don't know where they can be found
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She's opened up just like she really knows me,
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I hate her face, but enjoy the company
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I'll take you home, or back to Oklahoma,
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You're not so nice, but sex sells so cheap
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Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers,
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Are you too good to tango with the poor boys
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Slow Night, So Long
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Kings Of Leon |