Gunsel - Stuck Lyrics

Well I'm a smooth-talkin' dixie-daddy son of the South
I've been labeled a tramp with a big gold mouth
Girl I'm the type your mama warned you about
But what your mama don't know really wouldn't hurt
And I can tell you're a tease by the cut of your skirt
Girl you're lookin' fine I wanna make you mine
Let me tell you a thing about love
You're sure gonna not get enough
Once you get a hit of this stuff
You'll be stuck oh my God let's go
I've been known to close the bar down
And play a mean game of pool and get the bar a round
But that don't seem to impress a girl like you
So come on baby and take me by the hand
We put holes in the soles of our boots while we dance
It's just me and you let me show you what a man can do
Tell em boys
Oh oh oh
Let me tell you a thing about love
You're sure gonna not get enough
Once you get a hit of this stuff
You'll be stuck
Oh oh oh
Let me tell you a thing about love
You're sure gonna not get enough
Once you get a hit of this stuff
You'll be stuck oh my God let's go
So come on baby come on