Westby Lyrics by Kathleen Edwards

Westby Lyrics

    Got your little secret no I will not tell
    You're trying to sober up in the highway motel
    And my hands are covered with your smell
    You begged me to stay and sing you a song
    I dance dirty for you cuz it turns you on
    And I'm a little bleeder with white pants on

    And if you weren't so old I'd probably keep you
    If you weren't so old I'd tell my friends
    But I don't think your wife would like my friends

    I've got a hit for everyday of the week
    I gave you something of mine that was so sweet
    That I've been holding on to since I was sixteen
    You call me Danny and I call you Mable
    You passed out so I flicked through cable
    And I stole your gold watch off the bed-side table

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