Slow nights so long she's frenching out flavour She's seventeen but I done went and plum forgot it. No tears are gone they're pooling on the table No tears are gone they're leaving their mark behind So far so good she's absolutely wasted. She's hanging up and changing her story around I just don't know where leading ladies come from I just don't where they can be found She's opening up just like she really knows me I hate her face but enjoy the company I'll take you home, to back to Oklahoma You're not so nice but the sex sells so cheap Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers Are you too good to tango with the poor poor boys Rise and shine all you gold-digging mothers