Arizona
Caleb Followill / Jared Followill / Matthew Followill / Nathan Followill
That taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
Too dumb to surrender
She shakes
Like a mornin' railway
She's checking me out
With someone on a shoulder
The lamp
Flickers in the bedroom
She must feel as awkward
Whorehouse Arizona
And I go
Stand up to a giant
Say that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to…
My face
Lying on the pavement
Tastin something awful
I hate when that happens
She wades
In and out of sexy
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do