Angry, I could be
Could curse you and hate you
That would be easy
Cause I'm broken
And holdin'
These shattered pieces, believe it
That all that's left of me
Is what you left of me
I'm standing up as a fighter
Walking away a survivor
Ain't lookin' back
And here on my own I am happy
You're leavin' me only taught me who I am
So thank you
Well the first night
Was the worst night
You had me thinkin' without you that I'd die
But you know what
The sun came
And thanks to you I finally had to wake up
Now the truth is
I can do this
I'm standing up as a fighter
Walking away a survivor
Ain't lookin' back
And here on my own I am happy
You're leavin' me only taught me who I am
So thank you
Cause I'm standing up as a fighter
Walking away a survivor
Ain't lookin' back, no
And here on my own I am happy
You're leavin' me only taught me who I am
So thank you
Thank you
Just A Girl Lyrics – Bomshel (originally by No Doubt)
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?
The world is forcin' me to hold your hand
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here
From the moment that I stepped outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
And all those little things I hold so dear
Well it's all those little things the I fear
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here
And oh, am I makin' myself clear?
Oh, I'm just a girl in the world
Well that's all that you'll let me be
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
And oh, and I've had it up to
Oh, I've had it up to
Oh, I've had it up to here
I'm exposed and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand?
The world is forcin' me to hold your hand
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here
From the moment that I stepped outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
And all those little things I hold so dear
Well it's all those little things the I fear
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I've had it up to here
And oh, am I makin' myself clear?
Oh, I'm just a girl in the world
Well that's all that you'll let me be
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
Oh, I'm just a girl, a little ol' me
So don't let me drive late at night
Oh, I'm just a girl, I'm pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
And oh, and I've had it up to
Oh, I've had it up to
Oh, I've had it up to here
Fiddle Lyrics – Bomshel
Step into the spotlight
Of this traveling show
Went across the room
Those big blue eyes look in my soul
I was singing fatal love
How was I to know
That boy would change my plans
Louisiana soldiers seem to have it all
As that old red curtain fell
I began to fall
I was packing up my case
He was waiting down the hall
When the real show began
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left me worn out in riddle
Played me like a fiddle
Well I should have gone
And taken his boat and his backside
When he went and told me one thing
And then turned around and lied
Well I lost all my dignity
But I sure kept my pride
And he was sure good for song
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he let me worn out in riddle
Played me like a
Hey
Now ladies you beware
Of those in unassuming eyes
He might look so innocent
But its just a disguise
HeA's just overcompensating
For a total pack of lies
In his little tiny heartA:
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he let me pissed of in riddle
Played me like a fiddle
Of this traveling show
Went across the room
Those big blue eyes look in my soul
I was singing fatal love
How was I to know
That boy would change my plans
Louisiana soldiers seem to have it all
As that old red curtain fell
I began to fall
I was packing up my case
He was waiting down the hall
When the real show began
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he left me worn out in riddle
Played me like a fiddle
Well I should have gone
And taken his boat and his backside
When he went and told me one thing
And then turned around and lied
Well I lost all my dignity
But I sure kept my pride
And he was sure good for song
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he let me worn out in riddle
Played me like a
Hey
Now ladies you beware
Of those in unassuming eyes
He might look so innocent
But its just a disguise
HeA's just overcompensating
For a total pack of lies
In his little tiny heartA:
Cause to win my heart strings
And promised me the moon
Played me hard
Until I cried out of tune
Took my song
And he let me pissed of in riddle
Played me like a fiddle
It Was An Absolutely, Finger Lickin', Grits And Chicken, Country Music Love Song Lyrics – Bomshel
The day I came to Hollywood,
I got off the bus, just me an' my guitar.
My hair was all jacked-up for Jesus,
It got real quiet when I walked in that bar.
Some mean old guy just walked on by,
With a devil tattoo and an' erring in his nose.
Well, I tried to introduce myself,
But no-one took the time to say hello.
So I pulled out my guitar,
An' I launched into a Dolly Parton song.
An' before I knew it,
Coats of many colors began to sing along.
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
Now I realised this city life,
Musta taken a toll on all them lonesome souls.
An' I couldn't help wonder what would make a guy,
Wanna wear women's clothes.
When finally, a real man sat next to me,
An' ordered a Tequila.
Well, he turned an' smiled an' shook my hand,
An' said: "Hi there, my name is Sheila."
He said: "I heard you from across the room.
"Is that what they call a mountain music song?"
He said: "I must admit, I laughed at first,
"Then I found myself singin' along."
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
Well, I had a fall, I liked them all,
But I could never call this place my home.
An' as my bus rode past that bar,
I swore I could hear 'em singin' on.
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
It was.
I got off the bus, just me an' my guitar.
My hair was all jacked-up for Jesus,
It got real quiet when I walked in that bar.
Some mean old guy just walked on by,
With a devil tattoo and an' erring in his nose.
Well, I tried to introduce myself,
But no-one took the time to say hello.
So I pulled out my guitar,
An' I launched into a Dolly Parton song.
An' before I knew it,
Coats of many colors began to sing along.
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
Now I realised this city life,
Musta taken a toll on all them lonesome souls.
An' I couldn't help wonder what would make a guy,
Wanna wear women's clothes.
When finally, a real man sat next to me,
An' ordered a Tequila.
Well, he turned an' smiled an' shook my hand,
An' said: "Hi there, my name is Sheila."
He said: "I heard you from across the room.
"Is that what they call a mountain music song?"
He said: "I must admit, I laughed at first,
"Then I found myself singin' along."
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
Well, I had a fall, I liked them all,
But I could never call this place my home.
An' as my bus rode past that bar,
I swore I could hear 'em singin' on.
And it wasn't one of them lyin', cryin', cheatin', dyin',
Somebody-done-somebody-wrong songs.
It was an absolutely finger lickin', grits & chicken,
Country music love song.
It was.
Ain't My Day To Care Lyrics – Bomshel
The sun came up this morning
I opened up my window
Just to hear the birds sing
It feels so good to be alive
It's been so long since I felt this good inside
I ain't gonna rush, gonna take my time
Gonna drink my coffee in the warm sunshine
A little vacation in my own backyard
Today ain't my day to care
I'll have a pitcher of margaritas before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
I think I'll kick around in my robe
I ain't gonna put a lick of make-up on my face
Yeah, I might just pull out my old guitar
Just to see if I still got what it takes
That honeysuckle summer breeze
Gonna take it all in, it smells so sweet
Tomorrow's gonna be here soon enough
But, today ain't my day to care
I'll have a pitcher of Bloody Mary's before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
I'm gonna tend to my soul, pamper myself
Let it all go, get it all out
It's about time I spent a little time on me
Today ain't my day to care
I'll have me a pitcher of mamosas before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
It ain't my day to care
No, it ain't my day to care
(La la, la la la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
I opened up my window
Just to hear the birds sing
It feels so good to be alive
It's been so long since I felt this good inside
I ain't gonna rush, gonna take my time
Gonna drink my coffee in the warm sunshine
A little vacation in my own backyard
Today ain't my day to care
I'll have a pitcher of margaritas before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
I think I'll kick around in my robe
I ain't gonna put a lick of make-up on my face
Yeah, I might just pull out my old guitar
Just to see if I still got what it takes
That honeysuckle summer breeze
Gonna take it all in, it smells so sweet
Tomorrow's gonna be here soon enough
But, today ain't my day to care
I'll have a pitcher of Bloody Mary's before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
I'm gonna tend to my soul, pamper myself
Let it all go, get it all out
It's about time I spent a little time on me
Today ain't my day to care
I'll have me a pitcher of mamosas before noon
If I want to
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
I don't have to worry and I don't have to be anywhere
It ain't my day to care
It ain't my day to care
No, it ain't my day to care
(La la, la la la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
(La la, la la la la la, la la)
Bomshel Stomp Lyrics – Bomshel
We got Tennessee moonshine, chicken, and beer
The bands in the barn and the gangs all here
Just park your car down by the corn
If you're lookin for a good time honk your horn
Bring the dog, call all your friends
Send a shout out to your next of kin
Tell 'em I'm coming just stay in the yard
We're gettin down on the farm
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots, do the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Stomp to the right
Stomp to the left
Sheke your botty step, step, step
Grab yourself a coute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp, yeah
There's no excuse for an empty cup
keep 'em all full till the sun comes up
If you get to hot down by the fire
Tay a roll in the hay if you so desire
There's a million stars in the sky tonight
An ol' full moon it's a beutiful sight
Shake, shake, shake it till the cows come home
Rock'n it all night long
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots do the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel Stomp)
Stomp to the right
Stomp to teh left
Shake your booty step, step , step
Grab yourself a cute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp yeah
The barn, the barn, the barn is on fire
Hey ya'll seriously, the barn really is on fire
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots, do teh bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
[3X]
Stomp to the right
Stomp to the left
Shake your booty step, step, step
Grab yourself a cute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp yeah
The bands in the barn and the gangs all here
Just park your car down by the corn
If you're lookin for a good time honk your horn
Bring the dog, call all your friends
Send a shout out to your next of kin
Tell 'em I'm coming just stay in the yard
We're gettin down on the farm
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots, do the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Stomp to the right
Stomp to the left
Sheke your botty step, step, step
Grab yourself a coute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp, yeah
There's no excuse for an empty cup
keep 'em all full till the sun comes up
If you get to hot down by the fire
Tay a roll in the hay if you so desire
There's a million stars in the sky tonight
An ol' full moon it's a beutiful sight
Shake, shake, shake it till the cows come home
Rock'n it all night long
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots do the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel Stomp)
Stomp to the right
Stomp to teh left
Shake your booty step, step , step
Grab yourself a cute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp yeah
The barn, the barn, the barn is on fire
Hey ya'll seriously, the barn really is on fire
Come on everybody gotta move your body to the bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
Kick up your boots and get back to your roots, do teh bomshel stomp...(Bomshel stomp)
[3X]
Stomp to the right
Stomp to the left
Shake your booty step, step, step
Grab yourself a cute guy
Honey don't be shy
Everybody romp to the bomshel stomp yeah
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