Even if you love my hair this way
I would rather be your Dixie Chicks
Money where your mouth is
Misery is famous
You don't seem to mind the chandeliers
High above our painless heads
About the size of New England
Money makes us nameless then
Even when the agitprop fails on God
I will fall through the faith of your alcohol
Ichthus, I thought I'd be cute that Christmas
Money in the air all green and crimson
Even if you love my hair this long
I would rather be your boy in the bathroom stall
Hide a hissy fit for your shoulder blade
I should have specified that I meant it, babe
Cheap champagne in the parking lot
Pin me to your pocket, I'm your new corsage
Leon Hedstrom - Prom Season Lyrics
Leon Hedstrom - Prom Season Lyrics
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Even if you love my hair this way
I would rather be your Dixie Chicks
Money where your mouth is
Misery is famous
You don't seem to mind the chandeliers
High above our painless heads
About the size of New England
Money makes us nameless then
Even when the agitprop fails on God
I will fall through the faith of your alcohol
Ichthus, I thought I'd be cute that Christmas
Money in the air all green and crimson
Even if you love my hair this long
I would rather be your boy in the bathroom stall
Hide a hissy fit for your shoulder blade
I should have specified that I meant it, babe
Cheap champagne in the parking lot
Pin me to your pocket, I'm your new corsage
I would rather be your Dixie Chicks
Money where your mouth is
Misery is famous
You don't seem to mind the chandeliers
High above our painless heads
About the size of New England
Money makes us nameless then
Even when the agitprop fails on God
I will fall through the faith of your alcohol
Ichthus, I thought I'd be cute that Christmas
Money in the air all green and crimson
Even if you love my hair this long
I would rather be your boy in the bathroom stall
Hide a hissy fit for your shoulder blade
I should have specified that I meant it, babe
Cheap champagne in the parking lot
Pin me to your pocket, I'm your new corsage
Writer: Leon Hedstrom
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid