Low Lisa, always lies
Drab diva with a tongue-tied mind
But so sweet when her eyes are alive
I oughta tell her how much she meansLow Lisa, men's two X shirt
Red sleeves and hands thick with dirt
She'll be laughing in a leather skirt
I oughta tell her how much she meansAll she wanted to be
All she wanted to see
All they want her to be
All they want to doLow Lisa in a lonely spot
Racing time with a mind distraught
Lord knows that she's got to stop
I wanna tell her how much she meansAll she wanted to be
All she wanted to see
All they want her to be
All they want to doI wanna tell her that a winner ain't no joke
That something she's been thinking that instead she's gotta know
But she keeps on speaking, her luck starts sinking low,nowhere to go
I wanna tell her
Songwriters
MURPHY CONNOR BRODNER, COLIN JOHN CROOM, JACK BRENDAN DOLAN, CLAY GOEM FRANKEL, JACK HENRY CADIEN LAKE JAMESPublished by
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