GOD & GUNS N’ ROSES

She was sitting at a four-top with a few of her friends

Working off the work week, a couple drinks in

When that jukebox dime finally hit Paradise City

She was screaming every word like it was '87, ooh

She caught me looking and laughing, singing along too

She just smiled and spun across the room

Made a beeline for the dancefloor, pulling me by the hand

Telling anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band"

Saying, "Ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?"

Whoa, she knew every B-side and I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeep for keeping that patio open, yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank god, thank god and Guns N' Roses

She told me her daddy wore out that two side tape

That '81 Bronco had seen it's better days

But it made it two-hundred miles and we got a couple of seats

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door in the nosebleeds

Ooh, screaming like it was '87

Ooh, that's when she said

"Ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?"

Whoa, she knew every B-side and I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeep for keeping that patio open, yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank god, thank god and Guns N' Roses

Ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?

Whoa, she knew every B-side and I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeep for keeping that patio open, yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank god, thank god and Guns N' Roses