Guess it's written on my face God, I get so sick of this place I gotta get up, get out, and get a life The days run, long, the nights too short Not much time for me no more And I'm well over due So now I'm going to
Let my hair down and bleach it blonde Turn the ringer off and the engine on 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times Yeah just one stop at the atm Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times
Me and my baby get along Got a lot of love, got it goin' on I wouldn't let go no for anything Somethin' bout how the highway feels When you drive along on your freedom wheels You know any destination will kill the frustration
Let my hair down and bleach it blonde Turn the ringer off and the engine on 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times Yeah just one stop at the atm Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times
Just for the weekend Let's jump off the deep end I'm goin' to
Let my hair down and bleach it blonde Turn the ringer off and the engine on 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times Yeah just one stop at the atm Grab a hundred bucks and a real good friend Pack it up, and take a load off my mind 'cause I can't wait to get to the good times
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