Tough-As-They-Make-Em versuri

Versuri Tallulah Argue – Tough-As-They-Make-Em lyrics

You took me camping
Pretty much had to drag me out of the car
‘Cause there was mud on the ground
And when I met you
You thought I’d get my hands dirty cause my daddy worked on a farm
But he was never around

Now we’re half way to Alberta
My feet are on the dash
I won’t stop complaining
But it’s too late to go back

I come to you served on a platter
Mud on the wheels but you like it dirty
Hay in my back but I can’t feel a thing (I can’t feel a thing)
I used to have good girl manners
Then you show up tough-as-they-make-em
You’re so built, I don’t have to do a thing

I don’t have to lift a finger

Back in Kentucky
A trucker whistled to me, I was walking into a bar
You grabbed him by the jaw (ugh!)
I said, „Let’s go right now”
You drove me to my place and I climbed right on top of you
Hell of a cat call

Now we’re half way to Alberta
I don’t think we’re a match (I don’t think)
And my shyness has worn off
But we’re not turning back

I come to you served on a platter
Mud on the wheels but you like it dirty
Hay in my back but I can’t feel a thing (I can’t feel a thing)
I used to have good girl manners
Then you show up tough-as-they-make-em
You’re so built, I don’t have to do a thing

I’ve been waiting on you in this big farmhouse
It’s a full moon, baby, have fun with me
And dusk is my favourite flavour
And you’ve become my literature
And I’m crawling, on my knees
I’m clawing, don’t you want me?
I’m crawling, on my knees
I’m clawing, don’t you want me?

I come to you served on a platter (but you like it dirty)
Mud on the wheels but you like it dirty
Hay in my back but I can’t feel a thing (good girl manners)
I used to have good girl manners (tough-as-they-make-em)
Then you show up tough-as-they-make-em (baby!)
You’re so built, I don’t have to do a thing (do a thing)