Every day round noon
Ole Barbara Sue drinks out on her front porch
All dressed up
Waiting on that hunk
To drop some mail off
At her door
She loves to look
But she’ll never touch him
Can’t say the same for her ex-husband
Since he got caught
With that cop the street
Barb margs the view
got too
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
got making
Lemonade
he hates
acts he cant pay rent
But he ain’t broke
He grows own green
Down that basement
know he’s been the ringer
drunk preacher
We that enough to leave
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
got making
Lemonade
This would be sweeter place to live in
If life handed you was lemon
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
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Every day round noon
Ole Barbara Sue drinks out on her front porch
All dressed up
Waiting on that hunk
To drop some mail off
At her door
She loves to look
But she’ll never touch him
Can’t say the same for her ex-husband
Since he got caught
With that cop the street
Barb margs the view
got too
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
got making
Lemonade
he hates
acts he cant pay rent
But he ain’t broke
He grows own green
Down that basement
know he’s been the ringer
drunk preacher
We that enough to leave
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
got making
Lemonade
This would be sweeter place to live in
If life handed you was lemon
smoke
on the ghost
the blender
Til the outweighs the bitter
do
to day
leaving, praying
got making
Lemonadel got making
Lemonade