Letras
I know that you want me, your eyes can't tell a lie
You can say you don't, but remember that one night
September, Tennessee cabin party
I remember right where it started
The weekend ended, and now I'm sitting here confused
The moral of your story is I don't fit your script
You're a heaven sent Bible belt, good girl
And I'm a hell raising son of a bitch
Now you're a little bit closer to the fire
Sitting there on the fence and not knowing what to do
Do you give up, or lean in, kiss me or be friends?
You take a chance and change the moral of the story
She said, stop looking at me with them blue eyes
And I'm thinking, girl, drown
Any day you can call me, I'll be on the way
And I'll always be down if you're down
Do I stay away, try to keep pushing?
You hit me up and now damn it, I'm hooked, man
You, you say you shouldn't, but maybe again, girl, you won't
The moral of your story is I don't fit your script
You're a heaven sent Bible belt, good girl
And I'm a hell raising son of a bitch
Now you're a little bit closer to the fire
Sitting there on the fence and not knowing what to do
Do you give up or lean in, kiss me or be friends?
You take a chance and change the
Page in your mind where you think of what's right and what's wrong
Respect you either way, but I'm a number away in your phone
You checked all my boxes, I checked all but one
At least, baby girl, we had fun
The moral of your story is I don't fit your script
You're a heaven sent Bible belt, good girl
And I'm a hell raising son of a bitch
Now you're a little bit closer to the fire
Sitting there on the fence and not knowing what to do
Do you give up, or lean in, kiss me or be friends?
You take a chance and change the moral of the story
The moral of the story