You can be the boss
You taste like the fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, myI love you but I don’t know why…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop…He had a cigarette with his number on itHe gave it over to me, “do you want it?”I knew it was wrong but I palmed itI saved it, I waited, I called itThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lipsThe liquor on your lips makes you dangerousI knew it was wrong, I’m beyond itI tried to be strong but I lost it.You taste like the fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop…He has a white corvette like I wantedA fire in his eyes, no, I saw itHe’s bleeding from his brain and his walletHe’s sick and he’s taken but honestThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lipsThe liquor on his lips I just can’t resistAs close as I’ll get to the darknessHe tells me to “shut up, I got this.”You taste like the fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop…I need you, I need you babeLike I never needed anyoneYou’re wrong but you’re so much funYou said you treat them meanto keep them keen, you’re not that niceBut you taste like the fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath, my, my…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossTaste like a keg party, back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lotDon’t let it stop…You can be the boss, daddyYou can be the bossBad to the bone, sick as a dogYou know that I like, like you a lotDon’t let it stop…