Shuffle kick up some dust we’re dancing Go on and strut your stuff you’re fancy
Red sun setting, smiling moon rising You grab the trove and I’ll keep the car running We got a stash out by that pussy willow Take out the trash before your folks get home
Shuffle kick up some dust were dancing Go on and strut your stuff you’re fancy Were like animals on fire drunk with love Riled up and spitting mad you know that’s what we’re made of
Old boys yelling, I stay silent You little squalls are going to be running with my knife out I barely listen when she starts to yell She’s so pretty with her ponytail