Текст песни Westby - Kathleen Edwards
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
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
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