2733 Songtext
von Angel White

Lost my voice when I spoke of you
In the same old jeans and those old dirty boots
Took seven days, now I′m on the move
To saddle up and ride with you

Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin' trash and played video games
Hate the streets of New York City
When you′re not there to walk home with me
Was it meant to be?
My 2733

Two years in with matchin' tattoos
Up to my neck and all the thoughts of you
I'll keep ′em there forever if you promise you will too
Ain′t no tellin' what time will do


Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin′ trash and played video games
Hate the streets of New York City
When you're not there to walk home with me
Was it meant to be?
My 2733
My 2733, oh-oh, oh-oh

Met you in a hotel room
Rode with me to the venue
Met your daddy the next day
Talkin′ trash and played video games
Hate the streets of New York City
When you're not there to walk home with me
Was it meant to be?
My 2733
My 2733, oh-oh, oh-oh