Spanish Armada Var. XV Lyrics

One, two, three

She got drunk, the car keys were gone
Took a long page from her mom
You only get one, you don't get along (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's not fun, least where I stand from
And over and under and through
Nuestra Canción, that was our song

Me and the guys walked over with buckets of fries
Boarding the Spanish Armada
That's what I thought when I saw ya

She gets down, she gets down
She comes round, she comes round
She gets stoned and she wants to go homе
And what if I saw you and I didn't call you?
Had to run fast 'cause you knew that she saw you
You gеt down, you get down
She comes round, she comes round
You get stoned and she wants to go home
And there's nothing I've found that is better than the sound
Of that cute little moan that you do when it's on
You get down, you get nothing alone
I wanna come home, baby, it's on

Me and the guys walked over with buckets of fries
Boarding the Spanish Armada
That's the weird shit that I thought of