Cory Branan - Miss Ferguson Lyrics
in a town where you can sum up every girl with just one sentencegive or take the subject or the verbshe shows up like the devil said penancewon't nothin ever be clear no moreshe got hired on down at the Last Chance Dinershe works all the same shifts as mei've never been one for too much conversationbut now i choose my words so carefullybecause the angle of her cheek is the math of persuasionfirst time you saw the ocean she's got tucked behind her kneeshe is swallowing lightning she is spittin thunderwaftin' California reekin' Tennesseeshe is waftin' California and reekin' Tennesseei wanna tell her how i feelbut each time that i startmy tongue wraps like a tether ballsix times around my heart (and i say)hey Miss Fergusonit's Cory from work callin to sayhey Miss Fergusoni was wonderin' what you were doinga little later on todaynow i'm curious to see just where them 8 pounds will end upi wanna be around to watch the Southern kick inain't got no purple heart, no blue ribbonblow out them candles and i'll show you where i've beennow she comes around at midnight like a Sunday afternoonwith a purpose and a manner like a needle and a spoona bad thing waitin' 'round to happen like a lake of gasolinethe way that woman does me is like nothing i've ever seendon't think i'll ever wake up on the wrong side of her bedshe brings the sun, she brings the shinethese days every time i try and start to sing some sad songi open up my mouth and the only word that i can find is justsha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la-la-la-la ...hey there Miss Ferguson, it's me
