HeyI saw your sister at workI saw your mama at churchI'm pretty sure I saw your car at the mallI see your face in the cloudsI smell your perfume in crowdsI swear your number's all my phone wants to callIt's kinda funny how I can't seemTo get away from youIt's almost like you don't want me toYou've got a cold heart and the cold hard truthI got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proofThat you showed up tonightIn that dress just to mess with my headSo much for so longOut of sight, out of mindGirl, you're lookin' so goodIt's drivin' me out of mineOh, you're breakin' my heartBaby, you're playin' hard to forgetTold me to leave all your thingsOut on the porch, on the swingYou'd come and grab 'em by the end of the weekWell, it's just some jeans and a shirtBut it's a whole lot of hurtI think I know why you've been dragging your feetAin't it funny how I can't seemTo get away from you?It's almost like you don't want me toYou've got a cold heart and the cold hard truthI got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proofThat you showed up tonightIn that dress just to mess with my headSo much for so longOut of sight, out of mindGirl, you're lookin' so goodIt's drivin' me out of mineOh, you're breakin' my heartBaby, you're playin' hard to forgetIt's my first one todayYou've got a cold heart and the cold hard truthI got a bottle of whiskey, but I got no proofThat you showed up tonightIn that dress just to mess with my headSo much for so longOut of sight, out of mindGirl, you're lookin' so goodIt's drivin' me out of mineOh, you're breakin' my heartBaby, you're playin' hard to forgetOh, honey, I'm fallin' apartAnd you're playin' hard to forget
Sam Lowry Hunt (Cedartown, Georgia; 8 de diciembre de 1984) es un cantante, compositor de música country y exjugador de fútbol americano universitario estadounidense. Jugó al fútbol en la escuela secundaria y en la universidad, en ese entonces, persiguió una…
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