Kellie Pickler - No Cure For Crazy del disco The Woman I Am


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No Cure For Crazy - Kellie Pickler


I was born a pistol
With a bullet in the barrel and another fistful
Step on up and youíll know right where I stand

Church girls used to whisper
Lord itís like the devil kissed you
But Jesus loves me just the way I am

And there ainít no cure for crazy
I think sorry baby
Weíll spare all but my trailor
Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

Iím all-nighter, go on and dream
Iím two queens short of a full
Good luck trying to save me
There ainít no cure, no cure for crazy baby

Now ainít branded proper
No country pluggin, champagne popper
Droppin names, sippin on my wine

Iíll be barefoot on the bar
While lightning buzz from a medicine jar
Chasing my whiskey with a damn good time

And there ainít no cure for crazy
I think sorry baby
Weíll spare all but my trailor
Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

Iím all-nighter, go on and dream
Iím two queens short of a full
Good luck trying to save me
There ainít no cure, no cure for crazy baby

And you can call the doctor to give me a pill
To me honey thatís just another thrill
I can try the hat but I donít think I should
But it ainít gonna do no good

ĎCause there ainít no cure for crazy
I think sorry baby
Weíll spare all but my trailor
Daddy taught me how to curse like a sailor

Iím all-nighter, go on and dream
Iím two queens short of a full
Good luck trying to save me
There ainít no cure, no cure for crazy baby
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