High heels and a black dress
Standing out by the mail box
Waiting on a pair of blue jeans, old boots and a burned out head light
Coming round the corner hot
Like a bull in a China shop
And she's standing there like a chandelier
In a ball room, all dolled upI'm a 12 gauge and she's a wild flower
Gravel and gold but somehow we own it
That kiss hits feels so legit, I'm talking hundred percent
Yea all I really know is
When we're together its right
We fit together just like
Rain and dancing, sand and oceans, dust and diamonds, guns and roses
Guns and roses, guns and roses, guns and roses
I can clean up pretty good, but she's a drop dead magazine cover
And you can tell with a quick look
One of these things is not like the otherI'm a 12 gauge and she's a wild flower
Gravel and gold but somehow we own it
That kiss hits feels so legit, I'm talking 100 percent
Yea all I really know is
When we're together its right
We fit together just like
Rain and dancing, sand and oceans, dust and diamonds, guns and rosesShe loves rock and roll
And I love a gypsy soul
I'm a 12 gauge and she's a wild flower
Gravel and gold but somehow we own it
That kiss hits feels so legit, I'm talking 100 percent
Yea all I really know is
When we're together its right
We fit together just like
Rain and dancing, sand and oceans, dust and diamonds, guns and roses
Guns and roses, guns and roses, guns and roses
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