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Текст песни "Halestorm — Jump the Gun"
Boot on the start line
Pistol in the air
‘Quila in the glass and a dead set stare
Two minutes in baby make your move
If you won’t do it I’ll do it for you
I ain’t waitin’ on you, no
I ain’t waitin’ for you
I jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
whoa whoa whoa whoa
Checkers on the flag
Time to pay the tab
Hoppin’ in a cab
It’s time to be bad
Cigarette smoke, lipstick on your face
My place or yours
I’m good either way
Oh babe my meter’s runnin’
Oh baby are you coming?
I jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
I jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
Woke up in the morning pounding in my head
Three empty bottles no sheets on the bed
Baby rolled over and this is what he said
He said, “Babe I think I love you”
I jump the gun
Oh here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because I jumped the gun
Oh, here I go again
I’m the one
Don’t know when to say when
Here for fun I wasn’t looking for a friend
Now we’re kissing under covers and it’s all just because
I couldn’t keep in my pocket
Lit the fuse to the rocket
And I’m sinnin’ while I’m winnin’
Now it’s end and a beginning
And we’ll see the rising sun
Because I jumped the gun
I jumped the gun
Boot on the start line
Pistol in the air
‘Quila in the glass, oh here I go again
