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    "Panties In Your Purse" Lyrics

    Drive-by Truckers

    Saw you standing in the hallway, red plastic cup
    And one of them big long cigarettes
    You asked me if I could play you some Dylan
    I said,?Dylan, who?? You told me to kiss your ass

    I apologized, but you could tell I didn't mean it
    By the way I rolled my eyes
    When you said,"It wasn't me, it was you"
    Somehow I knew you were gonna tell me why

    Stuff was flying out of the window
    Falling and breaking on the pavement underneath

    He's screaming at you, red faced and fuming
    He'd come home early, parked his car way up the street

    You had your stockings in your hand, panties in your purse
    It was 10 a.m., all the neighbors heard him calling you
    A whore and a tramp and you just stood there
    While your heels sank into the warm wet ground

    He got a lawyer, you've got a bottle
    He got the children and you moved in with your mama
    She cooks you breakfast and lets you drive her car
    She don't care how late you call to tell her where you are

    Ya'll still fight, she still nags you some
    Somehow it's different now than you were young
    It's your own damn fault, you've been through hell
    For one reason or another, seems like she kinda blames herself
    This song was submitted on February 25th, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by John Cooley.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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