girl you’re taking home Lyrics by Ella Langley
I got the whiskey
She gets the good-year bottle of wine
I got the neon
She gets the back-porch strung-up lights
I got the white lies, she gets the truth
She gets the version I wanted of you
If I was good enough to be your last call
Why is she the one you call your mama about?
After seein’ all the B.S. I saw
Why is she the one who sees your best side now?
If I’m first thing on your mind
The second she lets go
Then why ain’t I the girl you’re taking home?
I saw the pictures
And she gets to cross that county line
I bet she’s riding shotgun
In your dad’s old ’85
Bet she met your grandma, you took her to church
She gets the cleaned-up and I got the dirt
And it hurts
‘Cause
If I was good enough to be your last call
Why is she the one you call your mama about?
After seein’ all the B.S. I saw
Why is she the one who sees your best side now?
If I’m first thing on your mind
The second she lets go
Then why ain’t I the girl you’re taking home?
Yeah, take her home
Where you grew up
Baby, why ain’t I the one you love?
If I was good enough to be your last call
Why is she the one you call your mama about?
After seein’ all the B.S. I saw
Why is she the one who sees your best side now?
If I’m first thing on your mind
The second she lets go
Then why ain’t I the girl you’re taking home?
Then why ain’t I the girl you’re taking home?
Then why ain’t I the girl you’re taking home?
