Gimmie a Second Songtext
von Dasha

(One, two, three)

Give me a cigarette to help my head
A pack of some get-me-throughs
I got you on my breath, it sucks bein′ left
'Cause there ain′t a thing that I can do

My half-drank tequila still sits on your counter
My spray tan still stuck to your white-tile shower
And baby, it's only been 82 hours
But who's countin′ ′em
You ain't countin′ 'em

Oh baby, do you reckon you could gimmie a second
′Fore you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You're two-steppin′ with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You′ll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven? If you did
Well shit, then gimmie a second


You seem distracted, dear
So would you care if I tore a page from your playbook
And I kick my boots up on the bar and sip your buddy′s beer
And I press my lips against his neck like you ain't even here?

Spent 82 hours, about a million tears
But who′s countin' ′em
You ain't countin′ 'em

Oh baby, do you reckon you could gimmie a second
'Fore you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You′re two-steppin′ with your second best
And it's obvious that it′s all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You'll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven? If you did
Well shit, then gimmie a second

(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh) yeah
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh)


Oh baby, do you reckon you could gimmie a second
′Fore you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You're two-steppin′ with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You′ll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven? If you did (ooh)
Well shit, then gimmie a second