8 Ball by Zander Rodriguez

Verse
Well her eyes are brown and beautiful
She ain’t your everyday
Her stare will burn like gasoline
If you rub her the wrong way

Verse
She’s looking for commitment
But she’s fine with being alone
She’ll take a water on the rocks
And still dance all night long

Chorus
She shoots whiskey like a game of pool
She’ll sink you down a pocket
Stripe you like a goddang fool
And still do you a solid
But she don’t need to read an 8 ball
To tell her how to live
She might wish upon a shooting star
But she knows the difference

Verse
And her love feels like peppermint
On a cool Christmas morning
But her wrath will cut you down
Real quick, without warning
Verse
She’s looking to be held
But she’s one to need her space
If you’re the lucky one to lock her down
She ain’t easily replaced

Chorus
She shoots whiskey like a game of pool
She’ll sink you down a pocket,
Stripe you like a goddang fool
And still do you a solid
But she don’t need to read an 8 ball
To tell her how to live
She might wish upon a shooting star
But she knows the difference

Chorus
She shoots whiskey like a game of pool
She’ll sink you down a pocket,
Stripe you like a goddang fool
And still do you a solid
But she don’t need to read an 8 ball
To tell her how to live
She might wish upon a shooting star
But she knows the difference

She might wish upon a shooting star
But she knows the difference

She might wish upon a shooting star
But she knows the difference

• Americana
• Country
• Red Dirt
• alt-country
• americana rock alt-folk
• red dirt country
• Prescott