CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Sarah’s Flame

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker
On the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot
Every weekend in the fields with the windows hot

She learned to work 'em in to every sentence
So that she made herself useful to the men who print 'em
All the way up in the balconies
Half the working class is clapping ones and threes

She had еm hearing old dixie driven down in еvery note of Barry’s baritone
Strangleholding pearls in the clutches of their liver-spotted hands

She made PC worse to momma then the VD daddy brought home from the rodeo
She made it look so easy, all fat Donny had to do was wear the pants

What’s a girl gotta do to get a little bit of credit in a place like this
For knowing night moves crowds would never heed the river’s cautionary winds

Knowing only momma’s boys would claim involuntary self-inflicted rage
Tiki’s would’ve never hit the streets if it weren’t for Sarah’s flame

Sarah memorized every bumper sticker
On the back of every pickup with a rebel flag
Every morning in the senior parking lot
Every weekend in the fields with the windows hot