More songs by Lanie Gardner
Description
Banjo, Percussion, Keys, Background Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Producer, Bass, Electric Guitar: Chris Ganoudis
Background Vocals, Producer: Katie Cecil
Mixer: Jim Cooley
Sound Engineer: Andrew Mendelson
A& R: Camille Kenny
A& R Coordinator: Kennedy Nickerson
A& R Admin: Aimee Nadeau
Drums & Percussion: Grady Saxman
Pedal Steel: Justin Schipper
Composer: Lanie Gardner
Composer: Kasey Tyndall
Composer: Logan Maggio
Composer: Beau Bailey
Lyrics and translation
Original
They hugged my hips just like a glove
Got em on sale for 80 bucks
Settled for a smaller size
Little tight on the thighs
They fit nice standing up
So I bagged em up but it
Should've been a warning jumpin in em
In that dressing room
Funny how a mirror and some denim
Fooled me just like you
Yeah the drink tastes fine til you start spinning
Money looks good til it goes missing
A guy treats you right til you get with him
Like the jeans fit til you sit in em
I left em out on the line
Just like you hung me out to dry
Still came apart at the seams
Ain't hardly had em a week
Yeah I guess momma was right
I wish I would've listened never should've
Thrown away them tags
Oh If I knew then what I know now
I would've left you on that rack
Yeah the drink tastes fine til you start spinning
Money looks good til it goes missing
A guy treats you right til you get with him
Like the jeans fit til you sit in em
Shoulda been a warning jumpin in em
In that dressing room
Funny how a mirror and some denim
Fooled me just like you
Yeah the drink tastes fine til you start spinning
Money looks good til it goes missing
A guy treats you right til you get with him
Like the jeans fit til you sit in em