Testo Gold calf moan Kyle Craft

Gold calf moan

Well boy you've got it wrong, golden calf or not, I bet you're still talking about me ugly.
I never wanted her to give me all she's got and I never wanted her to love me.
But just like you I was drawn to her eyes, just like you she went and left me.
Ah, just like you I can't forget the night, watching that pretty thing undressing, ah.

And you said she could run around with anyone but me.
I couldn't play by your rules boy and neither could she.
So I laid her down in a gossamer gown on the same bed that you did.
And the shadows played on the wall. And she told her closet talk.
It's funny you think I care at all what you see in me
You're crazy calling that girl a whore, cried like a baby behind her door,
Your temper tantrums settle your scores, shit-talk everything that breathes.
Call me whatever you need.

Well boy you've got it wrong, golden calf or not, I bet you're too dumb to know the difference.
You're talking like a saint, said throw it in the fire even though you're the one who built him.
Gathered the jewelry, melted it down made for yourself to go idolize.
But that wasn't me, I already jumped town, catching up to your runaway bride.

And you said she could mop the floor with any modern man
I wish I played by your rules boy 'cause now I know she can.
She took my heart in a parking lot from the moment we first kissed.
And now I'm stuck in some foreign land between my girl and a waste of time
Aside from loving all through the night, I'm not so different than you.
High as a kite on the church pew there, so infantile in your wild despairs.
I get it boy, you're the perfect pair. That kind of love it takes two.
So call me whatever you do.

But when the party's over honey and your key to the kingdom
Don't fit the new lock
And everybody's shoving camels through the eye of a needle
And you're punching the clock
Yeah when your new squeeze talks both your ears off baby
You've got that open-road feeling
You send your regards when your heart is ripe for the stealing