Punch Brothers, Josh Ritter - Hundred Dollars lyrics
[Punch Brothers, Josh Ritter - Hundred Dollars lyrics]
City girls are all the same
They play you like a pinball game
Oh, what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on not up their sleeves
Oh, what a summer to lie
Under violet or to guys that
Ask for your number oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh, what a summer to lie
Under neon and glass or to me
As I ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see ya
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and
Chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl
They play you like a pinball game
Oh, what a summer
Making love to make believe
Their hearts are on not up their sleeves
Oh, what a summer to lie
Under violet or to guys that
Ask for your number oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl
This imaginary friend
Can't remember he's pretend
Oh, what a summer to lie
Under neon and glass or to me
As I ask for your number
Oh would you wonder why
If I paid a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see ya
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl
We took a hammer and
Chisel to the cornerstone
'Cause the building had to come down
In a show more pretty than practical
For to satisfy the city girls around
Oh it was beautiful but it fell too soon
Took a few good men and left these city guys
Who would pay a hundred dollars for
The chance to see you cry
And a hundred more to see you
Cry again 'stead a singing
No no body's warmer to the touch
Than hers but you'll never
Know know anything as cold as the
Heart of a city girl