The Weight of Her - Butch Walker

Here come the captain

She’s a firecracker, skinny jeans

Two lips of honey, yeah

She leaves a trail of gasoline

She drinks more whiskey

Than her daddy, she can even sing

And all the clappers say

You’re living in her world

The word around the street

She likes the smell of cocaine

It makes her crazy when she

Mix it up with champagne

You’ll never make it if you

Don’t keep her locked in a cage

You will be wishing now

For any other girl

Don’t let the weight of her world

Bring you down

Don’t let her walk in the room

And turn you inside out

Don’t let the touch of her hand

Take you down

No, not now

No, not ever again

Ooh

6:45 as you wake up

She’s just gone to bed

Clear out the phone

From a hundred texts you haven’t read

She only wants you

When it’s later and she’s off her head

Pay close attention

You’re just living in her world

And all the Swedish girls

They hang out at the hotel

It’s sex for green cards

I think they know you very well

It paints a picture of a movie

Ending dark as hell

You will be wishing now

For any other girl

Don’t let the weight of her world

Bring you down

Don’t let her walk in the room

And turn you inside out

Don’t let the touch of her hand

Take you down

No, not now

No, not ever again

Ooh

And what am I supposed to talk about with you anyway?

I graduated the year you were born

And I don’t wanna have to drive around and listen to your burned CDs through

your shitty car speakers of every band you think you discovered;

it’s just gonna make me feel insecure

Don’t let the weight of her world

Bring you down

Don’t let her walk in the room

And turn you inside out

Don’t let the touch of her hand

Take you down

No, not now

No, not ever, hey!

Don’t let the weight of her world

Bring you down

Don’t let her walk in the room

And turn you inside out

Don’t let the touch of her hand

Take you down

No, not now

No, not ever again

Ooh

Yeah ooh