"Bucket List" lyrics
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you know that I tried to hang the moon for you
My infatuation was genuine through and through
I guess I was smittin', but now I can finally see the light
Girl, you stomped all over my heart, and that ain't right
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
Like a politician, or a damned old T.V. preacher man
I'm jottin' down your name onto things that I don't understand
I'm fed up with your bull, oh I don't know why it took so long
I guess I ain't too smart but my heart wants to dedicate one last song
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you know that I tried to hang the moon for you
My infatuation was genuine through and through
I guess I was smittin', but now I can finally see the light
Girl, you stomped all over my heart, and that ain't right
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
Like a politician, or a damned old T.V. preacher man
I'm jottin' down your name onto things that I don't understand
I'm fed up with your bull, oh I don't know why it took so long
I guess I ain't too smart but my heart wants to dedicate one last song
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
Girl, you're provin' you can't be true
I'm tired of playin' the fool for you
You're comin' off-a my bucket list
You're goin' on to my fuck-it list
You left me singin' the blues again
It's plain to see that you ain't my friend
