Letras
He got a big game on a second date
He ain't no right one
Got that player streak, but it's really sweet
When he ain't got his sights on
He's got the blue eyes, the soft touch, the hard life
And loose lips from the whiskey sips
Holdin' a cigarette, holdin' her close
Wakes up painted on stone
She flips him back in Georgia like a dollar bill
But he still plays his hand
For when she flips through the times of when he held her still
Or held another's hand
He's silhouetted in the hallway late at night
And way out of skills
But she still holds his heart 'cause they can't let go
When just in sight
And he looks up at her there
Looks up at her
Holdin' him
Looks up at her there
Looks up at her
From the palm of her hand
He got a big mind and a tired heart
He's seen this world twice
He's got the baby blues and Japanese smile
The one that cuts like a knife
She's got the big skies, the fireflies, and phone lines
That they say, "oh my," when her knife flies
Got a grownwoman head and kid too, she looks up
To mother Why? he plays in summer nights
She flips him back in Georgia like a dollar bill
But he still plays his hand
For when she flips through the times of when he held her still
Or held another's hand
He's silhouetted in the hallway late at night
And way out of skills
But she still holds his heart 'cause they can't let go
When just in sight
And he looks up at her there
Looks up at her
Holdin' him
Looks up at her there
Looks up at her
From the palm of her hand
She flips him back in Georgia like a dollar bill
But he still plays his hand
For when she flips through the times of when he held her still
Or held another's hand
He's silhouetted in the hallway late at night