Текст песни Brantley Gilbert - My Baby's Guns N' Roses

You got your hair down
I got this top back
Kissin' on my neck
Girl, you gotta stop that
Do you want that fast lane?
Or do you want that back seat?
Girl, you gotta pick one
You can't expect me
To keep my hands to myself

She ain't into wine and dining
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man
Riding 95 sitting' shot gun pretty
Turning this town into paradise city
Runnin' wide ass open
Just as fast as this thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
Bet trouble's in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son
She likes to rock hard
She likes to kiss soft
Hot as a barrel on a 12 gauge sawed off
Ain't hard to please, long as you got speed

She ain't into wine and dining'
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man
Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty
Turnin' this town into paradise city
Runnin' wide ass open
Just as fast as this thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses (Guns N' Roses)
My baby's Guns N' Roses (Guns N' Roses)

Yeah, she's dancin' with the devil,
In the cold November Rain
When she's Knocking On Heaven's Door, son,
You can bet God'll call her name

She ain't into Wine and Dining
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine, man
Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty
Turnin' this town into paradise city
Runnin' wide ass open
Just as fast as this thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses (Guns N' Roses)
My baby's Guns N' Roses (Guns N' Roses)
My baby's Guns N' Roses (Guns N' Roses)
My baby's Guns 'N Roses