Cups

Bulletproof
Nothing to loose
Far away far away
I hate to see the evening sun go down
I hate to see the evening sun go down
'Cause my baby, he's gonna left this town
Feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today
If I feel tomorrow, just like I feel today
I'll pack my trunk and make my getaway
St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings
She pulls my man around by her apron strings
If it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair
The man I love,he wouldn't go nowhere, nowhere
I love that man like a schoolboy loves his pie
Like a Kentucky colonel loves his mint and rye
I'll love that man till the day I die