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Jennifer Nettles - Playing With Fire Album Lyrics



Jennifer Nettles - Playing With Fire Lyrics






Playing With Fire

Well, I'm tired of being perfect
And I'm bored of being good
And I've done my time, and had my fill
Of acting like I should

I've colored right inside the lines
Now I wanna make a mess
And I don't care if it offends you
Cause I ain't trying to impress

I wanna flirt with my own fear
Wanna dance with my desire
Playing with fire

I wanna walk down every street
In that dress I shouldn't wear
Just to show the whole damn world
Just how little that I care

If I see something that I want
Gonna reach right out and take it
And if this service don't bring smiles
You know I ain't gonna fake it

I wanna flirt with my own fear
Wanna dance with my desire
Playing with fire

Playing with fire
Playing with fire

I'm choosing door number four
If they're offering me three
I wanna make a choice
That's got nothing to do
With no one else but me

And I'm tried of scripted lines
That have been so well rehearsed
And for just one god damn time
I wanna put my own self first

I wanna flirt with my own fear
Wanna dance with my desire
Playing with fire

Playing with fire
Playing with fire

You know I just might learn
That I really like to burn
Playing with fire

Here's the way the world sits to me
Good girls rarely make history
Gotta take a risk if you want a story
There's a real fine line
Between content and boring
Break the bar don't just raise it higher
You done the work you get to play with

Playing with fire
Playing with fire

You know I just might learn
That I really like to burn
Playing with fire

You know I just might learn
That I really like to burn
Playing with fire

Playing with fire
(Here's the way the world sits to me)
(Here's the way the world sits to me)
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






Unlove You

I could break down and cry
Laugh it off and deny
Draw lines in the sand
And count on both hands
All the reasons why

This just won't work
It'll be nothing but hurt
I can swear that I don't
And maybe one day I won't
But for how hard I've tried

I can't unlove you
My heart can't unbreak
I can't unfeel how it felt
But feel so much myself
My whole body ached
And I can't unknow this
Lord, I wish I knew how
But I can't unlove you
So come love me for now

If I were 25
I know just what I'd do
I would have already kissed
Till I was drunk on your lips
A thousand times too few

But we have other lives
And we know it ain't right
This is going nowhere
If I'm with you I don't care
Take me nowhere tonight

They call it fire
But it feels just like drowning
Well the weight of my burning desire
Closing in all around me
I wasn't lost until you found me

And I can't unlove you
My heart can't unbreak
I can't unfeel how it felt
But feel so much myself
My whole body ached
And I can't unknow this
Lord, I wish I knew how
But I can't unlove you
So come love me for now

I can't unlove you
So come love me for now
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Writer: BRANDY CLARK, JENNIFER NETTLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Hey Heartbreak

Hey sleepless, my eyes are red
Why don't you get out of my bed
I don't want to watch the fan no more
And hey crazy, that's enough
I'm sick of tripping on all your stuff
Scattered across my bedroom floor

Hey heartbreak, give me your key
It's you, it's not me
Oh, you only bring me down, down, down, down
Hey heartbreak, don't come back
I swept up your shattered glass
What goes around is coming back around, round, round, round

Hey heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you

Hey laughter, where's your smile?
Haven't seen it in awhile
And I miss the drunken nights
Hey lonely, won't you leave me alone
If you call me ain't nobody home
Go find somebody else 'cause I'm going out tonight

Hey heartbreak, give me your key
It's you, it's not me
Oh, you only bring me down, down, down, down
Hey heartbreak, don't come back
I swept up your shattered glass
What goes around is coming back around, round, round, round

Hey heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you, you, you, you, yeah
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you

Everything I thought that I needed, turns out I had
Everything I thought that I wanted, I'm giving back
Starting a mend, that's beating again

Everything I thought that I needed, turns out I had
Everything I thought that I wanted, I'm giving back
Starting a mend, that's beating again

Hey heartbreak, give me your key
It's you, it's not me
Oh, you only bring me down, down, down, down
Hey heartbreak, don't come back
I swept up your shattered glass
What goes around is coming back around, round, round, round

Hey heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you, you, you, you, yeah
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you, you, you, you, yeah

Heartbreak, I'm breakin' (breakin' up with you)
Heartbreak, I'm breakin'
Heartbreak, I'm breakin', I'm breakin' up with you
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Writer: SARA HAZE, SHANE L. MCANALLY, JIMMY ROBBINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Drunk In Heels

Tired, tired, dog ass tired
Tired down to the bone
I've did a 40 hour week
At the Quik-E-Mart
And another 35 at home

Dead, dead, the walking dead
Dead right on my feet
I like to put on my pajamas
And go to bed
But no one
In the house would eat

If I go to work
I have to makeup my whole face
And if once a month
I wanna shoot the whole damn place
Well I just have to deal
If I bring home the bacon
I have to fry it up in a pan
I ain't saying that
It's easier to be a man
But let's get real
When we get drunk
We do it in heels

Dirty, dirty
My house is so dirty
I've forgotten
What it looked like clean
It's so sad that my husband
Went blind and can't see
The dishes sitting
There in the sink

Loving, loving
He'd like a little loving
And I'd like to
Fulfill his dreams
But right now I'm so tired
Him fixing that oven
Is a sexier thing to me

If I go to work
I have to makeup my whole face
And if once a month
I wanna shoot the whole damn place
Well I just have to deal
If I bring home the bacon
I have to fry it up in a pan
I ain't saying that
It's easier to be a man
But let's get real
When we get drunk
We do it in heels

Yeah, they might be in style
But until you've walked that mile
You'll never know how hard it is
To keep yourself from falling
When you're up there
And you're carrying it all and

On the tightrope of my life
The men and the babies
And the 9 to 5
I might've looked sexy
While I'm juggling
But I'm struggling

If we go to work
I have to makeup our whole face
And if once a month
We wanna shoot the whole damn place
Well we just have to
If I bring home the bacon
I have to fry it up in a pan
I ain't saying that
It's easier to be a man
But let's get real
When we get drunk
We do it in
5-inch, platform
Louboutins, stilleto pumps
We do it, we do it in heels
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Writer: BRANDY CLARK, JENNIFER NETTLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group






Stupid Girl

Stupid girl
How could you think
That you could take those wings
And fly so close to the sun
Do you like to fall for fun

Oh, stupid girl
How dare you to try
To bring your dark to the light
Live your life undivided
Take your unhappy and hide it

You got to hold yourself back
Put yourself last, never first
Always make 'em laugh
Say you're sorry
Never make it worse
Take a deep breath
Give 'em what
They want and smile

All my life
I've tried to do what's right
But I'm a leaver
Who can't leave well enough alone
I'm a seeker, an unholy rolling stone
And I might be stupid
But that stupid girl ain't wrong

Stupid girl
What else could you want
How could you ask for something more
With all the gifts you were given
Ain't it enough to just be living

You got to hold yourself back
Put yourself last, never first
Always make 'em laugh
Say you're sorry
Never make it worse
Take a deep breath
Give 'em what
They want and smile

Oh, all my life
I've tried to do what's right
But I'm a leaver
Who can't leave well enough alone
I'm a seeker, an unholy rolling stone
And I might be stupid
But that stupid girl ain't wrong

There are no answers without questions
Even if they're wrong
How else you gonna love all the lessons
We only get this one trip
Lose the fear, lose the grip
And throw the lines from the ship
And take it all my life

Oh, all my life
I've tried to do what's right
But I'm a leaver
Who can't leave well enough alone
I'm a seeker, an unholy rolling stone
And I might be stupid
But that stupid girl ain't wrong

I'm not wrong
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Writer: Jennifer O Nettles, Bob Sherman
Copyright: Lyrics © THE BICYCLE MUSIC COMPANY






Three Days In Bed

The clock never stops
And I hate this damn phone
Some days I wanna run
From the place I call home
Guess I'm just needing some danger
Give me three days in bed
With a stranger

We drank all that wine
On the Champs Elysees
We got carried away
On the banks of the Seine
Woke up on old
Boulevard Saint Germain
Give me three days in bed
With a stranger

You take the hard stuff
It's menthols for me
I don't smoke but I do
On occasions like these
Now that I've got me
A French man to please
I'll have one Robertino
And you can have me

I barely can wait
To go back there again
With your body so warm
And your face in my hands
You know how I love
To meet all your demands
Give me three days in bed
With a stranger

Oh, you take the hard stuff
It's menthols for me
I don't smoke but I do
On occasions like these
Now that I've got me
A French man please
I'll have one Robertino
And you can have me

The clock never stops
And I hate this damn phone
Some days I wanna run
From the place I call home
Guess I'm just needing some danger
Give me three days in bed
With a stranger
Everyone's needing some danger
Give me three days in bed
With a stranger
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Writer: HOLLY AUDREY WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Sugar

They like their Dominos, their Sweet' N Low, their cookie cutter queens
Simple syrup overdose and their cotton candy dreams
Little pink package you put me in
Serving it up like saccharin
Always had a bitter taste to me

And all the boys say
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that sugar
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme something sweet
They want my sugar and spice and everything nice
And they're begging for a taste of my cherry pie
But I'm never, never, never, never ever gone give'em a piece

Mama always told me that it takes a little bit of honey
If you wanna attract yourself a bee
But I kinda like it with a little sting
I'm gonna make'em buzz when they hear me sing
And they'll swarm around me like I was a queen

And all the boys say
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that sugar
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme something sweet
They want my sugar and spice and everything nice
And they're begging for a taste of my cherry pie
But I'm never, never, never, never ever gone give'em a piece

Don't you go a changing
Cause they only like you one way
Oh but this girl you see
She's just pieces of me
And I'm more than just a topping
Not your marshmallow frosting
On your Betty Crocker chocolate cake

And all the boys say
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme some of that sugar
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme something sweet
They want my sugar and spice and everything nice
And they're begging for a taste of my cherry pie
But I'm never, never, never, never ever gone give'em a piece
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Writer: BRANDY CLARK, JESSE JO DILLON, JENNIFER NETTLES
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group






Chaser

I wanna be the one
Not the one after the one
That breaks your heart
I wanna be the fire
Not the cool
That soothes your tongue
After the spark

Don't wanna be an after thought
Don't wanna be the aftershock
When you've had double shot
Of her

I wanna be the taste you crave
Not just some call you make
When you're dying of thirst

And I know, I know, I know, I know
That I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
Ever learn

And if you go, you go, you go, you go
But I wanna be the one

That makes you burn
And never burn out
Wanna make you burn
All the way down
Are you feeling me now

I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser
Standing in line waiting on my turn
I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser
Wanna be the one that makes you burn

I wanna be the name
The only name that's on your lips
When you're alone
I wanna be the first
Not the next one on the list
In your phone

Don't wanna be the old fallback
The one you never did call back
Even though I waited all night long
Straight up or on the rocks
Don't wanna take the edge off
When the drink is too strong

And I know, I know, I know, I know
That I don't, I don't, I don't, I don't
Ever learn

And if you go, you go, you go, you go
But I wanna be the one

That makes you burn
And never burn out
Wanna make you burn
All the way down
Are you feeling me, feeling me

Burn and never burn out
(I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser)
(Chaser)
Are you feeling me burn
(I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser)
(Chaser)
All the way down
(I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser)
(Chaser)
Are you feeling me now

I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser
Standing in line waiting on my turn
I don't wanna be your chaser, chaser
Wanna be the one that makes you burn

Burn, burn, like an old scotch whiskey
Drink it down slow, pour it all night long
Burn like a heat everytime you kiss me
Like these words pouring off my tongue
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Writer: Brandy Lynn Clark, Shane L McAnally, Jennifer O Nettles
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group






Starting Over

21 days can be a long time
I thought the worst of it was over
Thought I was doing fine
So when my friends called, I didn't stop to think
I grabbed my coat, I grabbed my keys
I said it's just a drink, but I was wrong

Here I am and there you are
I'm a second seemed to stretch
And in this breath that I can't catch
I lose my heart as you lean in
Just like that, you set me back where I begin
Starting over, getting over you, again

I haven't called you, I haven't even wanted to
And when I heard that you went out, I never asked with whom
It's like you always know, you see right through me
And when I'm done with you, you find me and undo me every time

Here I am and there you are
I'm a second seemed to stretch
And in this breath that I can't catch
I lose my heart as you lean in
Just like that, you set me back where I begin
Starting over, getting over you

Oh, let me love you or let me go
How I can do this I don't know
Just when I think I'm really through
And when I think I'm over you

Here I am and there you are
I'm a second seemed to stretch
And in this breath that I can't catch
I lose my heart as you lean in
Just like that, you set me back where I begin
Starting over, getting over you, again
I never be over, getting over you, again, again
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Writer: Brandy Lynn Clark, Shane L McAnally, Jennifer O Nettles
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Spirit Music Group






Salvation Works

She's a woman on a mission, always in the church
If you need a ride into town, her offer is the first
Yeah she thinks that if she's perfect, she can outrun all the hurt
But that ain't how salvation works

That steeple still needs paintin', they're out there cuttin' grass
There's a two line Sunday sermon, she'll miss 'cause she drives too fast
And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past

He's a man with a memory that turned into a curse
Keeps every bottle empty until he's numbed down to the nerve
He thinks that forgiveness is reserved for soles like hers
But that ain't how salvation works

That steeple still needs paintin', they're out there cuttin' grass
There's a two line Sunday sermon, she'll miss 'cause she drives too fast
And the message on the marquee, reflected in the glass
Is every sinner has a future and every saint has a past

I can quote the bible, the chapter or the verse
And heavens just a promise for those left here on Earth
But I believe that God loves us more then we deserve
And I hope that's how
Yeah, I hope that's how
I hope that's how salvation works
Salvation works
Oh, I hope that's how
I hope that's how
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Writer: Brandy Lynn Clark, Lori McKenna, Jennifer Nettles
Copyright: Lyrics © Spirit Music Group






Way Back Home

Gonna need some more gold, workin' as hard as I can
To build it, my next gilded cage with my own two hands
I've made some mistakes, I'm gonna make some more
But I'm clear they brought me here
A world worthy of makin' em for

I'm takin off my armor, already cut to the bone
The prodigal daughter on her way back home

Burn the maps to this place, I don't need one anyway
I can find you by charting the lines to every smile on your glorious face
The past is behind me always there to remind me
To haunt me, to scare me, to taunt me, to dare me to jump back[?]

I'm takin off my armor, already cut to the bone
The prodigal daughter on her way back home

I'm alive and wide awake
Better that my heart should break
Than forget how to feel so here's to chance and something real

I belly up and they ask girl what you have
Take one and double up drown myself in the beautiful struggle of
A life well lived and a love worth earning
And a big heart to give to the one fiery sole who can handle my burning

I'm takin off my armor, already cut to the bone
The prodigal daughter on her way back home, way back home

Gonna need some more gold, workin' as hard as I can
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






My House

Well the sun goes up and the sun goes down
And it looks the same on both sides of town
(Really not that different)
Yeah I give them a kiss and I tuck them in
And get ready for tomorrow and I do it all over again
(Really not that different)
And I'm worried that I'm feeling when I'm staring at the ceiling, yeah might
Be the same way you're feeling when you lay down tonight

My house is your house
Same dirty laundry, same dirty dishes
My house is your house
Air it all out and sort all the issues
I love to sing, I love to dance
We're making memories, we're making plans
With the same prayers, same hurt
Same love, same work
The places we come from may feel so distant
But we're really not that different
(Sing it like your momma taught you)
(And mi casa es tu casa)

We hang on the bush, we hang on the stoop
My boys shooting deer, our boys shooting hoops
(Really not that different)
It's in the way we live, it's in the way we talk
I'm Jenny from the dirt road, I'm Jenny from the block
(Really not that different)
And I struggle through the day thinking there's no way
I'm gonna make it through this
And I say to myself "Baby no te preocupes"
No don't you worry

My house is your house
Same dirty laundry, same dirty dishes
My house is your house
Air it all out and sort all the issues
I love to sing, I love to dance
We're making memories, we're making plans
With the same prayers, same hurt
Same love, same work
Life is what it is and what it isn't
But we're really not that different

They say your fences make good neighbors
Instead of building walls let's tear them to the ground
Let 'em try to separate us
Together they will never take us down

My house is your house
My house is your house
Mi casa es tu casa

My house is your house
Same dirty laundry, same dirty dishes
My house is your house
Air it all out and sort all the issues
I love to sing, I love to dance
My house is your house
Oh, really not that different
My house is your house
My house is your house
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Writer: JULIO REYES COPELLO, JENNIFER LOPEZ, SHANE MCANALLY, JENNIFER NETTLES, JOSH OSBORNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.







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