Neighbors heard mama yell
When dad took off the belt
The good Lord will walk with me through the valley
Oh now, look what you've done
Now you get another one
Momma got two for begging heaven
For all my promises of running away and easier days
Shouldn't I have ended somewhere better than this
Old habits, you die hard
And dreams, young
And nothing changes but my face
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Every day of 20-whatever
Feels like it's pointing me backwards
Shoving me back in the box of where I came
I can't breathe and I can't float
Got nothing that tastes of hope
And I can fault a tree just for its shade
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Of course there's other towns and cheap hair dyes
First impressions before they're wise
To that dark pit you pray would disappear
Ah, but wishing is what wishing does
This shit is what it always was
And the dollar store always needs cashiers
So I drink 'til I'm pretty
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Michelle Billingsley - Drink 'Til I'm Pretty Lyrics
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Neighbors heard mama yell
When dad took off the belt
The good Lord will walk with me through the valley
Oh now, look what you've done
Now you get another one
Momma got two for begging heaven
For all my promises of running away and easier days
Shouldn't I have ended somewhere better than this
Old habits, you die hard
And dreams, young
And nothing changes but my face
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Every day of 20-whatever
Feels like it's pointing me backwards
Shoving me back in the box of where I came
I can't breathe and I can't float
Got nothing that tastes of hope
And I can fault a tree just for its shade
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Of course there's other towns and cheap hair dyes
First impressions before they're wise
To that dark pit you pray would disappear
Ah, but wishing is what wishing does
This shit is what it always was
And the dollar store always needs cashiers
So I drink 'til I'm pretty
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
When dad took off the belt
The good Lord will walk with me through the valley
Oh now, look what you've done
Now you get another one
Momma got two for begging heaven
For all my promises of running away and easier days
Shouldn't I have ended somewhere better than this
Old habits, you die hard
And dreams, young
And nothing changes but my face
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Every day of 20-whatever
Feels like it's pointing me backwards
Shoving me back in the box of where I came
I can't breathe and I can't float
Got nothing that tastes of hope
And I can fault a tree just for its shade
So I drink 'til I'm pretty far down
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Of course there's other towns and cheap hair dyes
First impressions before they're wise
To that dark pit you pray would disappear
Ah, but wishing is what wishing does
This shit is what it always was
And the dollar store always needs cashiers
So I drink 'til I'm pretty
'Til the stars in the sky
Ain't nothing to the feel of my thighs
Against that saddle on the bottle
Writer: Michelle Billingsley
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