Currently, radio stations across the country are being forced to pull from rotation Little Big Town’s newest single “Girl Crush”. This is all due to some angry listeners misinterpreting the song and thinking it’s about lesbians. If it actually was, would that really be so bad? It’s 2015, after all. It’s not, though, so everybody just relax. What the song is really about is a jealous ex-girlfriend wanting to put herself in the place of the current girlfriend. She wants to live vicariously through eyes of the current and desperately wants what the current girlfriend has back. Think we’ve all been there wondering what your ex sees in this other person that they no longer see in you as your heart breaks wanting what you once had back.
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“Girl Crush” From Little Big Town: It’s Not What You Think It Is
Song Lyrics: Little Big Town | “Day Drinking”
Little Big Town | “Day Drinking”
Watch the live performance video of “Day Drinking” from the CMT Music Awards HERE!
Everybody’s always waitin’ on Friday
Watching that clock and sip on joe
Whatchya say we find a little warm sunshine
And open up an umbrella on the patio
I don’t need a reason to go to happy hour
And hang around for a fireworks show
Get a head start a little sip of somethin’
1, 2, 3 here we go
Don’t want to wait til the sun’s sinking
We could be feeling all right
I know you know what I’m thinking
why don’t we do a little day drinking
Why don’t we do a little day drinking
Blame it on the work day
Blame it on the heatwave
Blame it on the tick-tock moving too slow
Blame it on any old thing you want to
Baby get set baby here we go
Don’t want to wait til the sun’s sinking
We could be feeling all right
I know you know what I’m thinking
why don’t we do a little day drinking
Why don’t we do a little day drinking
Don’t want to wait til the sun’s sinking
We could be feeling all right
I know you know what I’m thinking
why don’t we do a little day drinking
Don’t want to wait til the sun’s sinking
We could be feeling all right
I know you know what I’m thinking
why don’t we do a little day drinking
Why don’t we do a little day drinking
Why don’t we do a little day drinking
Song Lyrics: Lucy Hale | “You Sound Good To Me”
Lucy Hale | “You Sound Good To Me”
The full moon
Is shining like a spotlight
I could just sit and listen to you talkin’ all night
When you whisper
Yeah, baby, when you lean in
I get a crazy, crazy good kind of feelin’
It’s like Amen from the back of the choir
Sweet home of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sittin’ by a cracklin’ fire
Strumming them guitar strings
And like an old song on the radio
That you grew up to and everybody knows
Rushin’ of the water when the river rolls
Winding wild and free
Baby, you sound good to me
Baby, you sound so good to me
Mm-m-mm like a melody
Baby, you sound good to me
Tell me
All of your stories
And don’t you leave nothin’ out ’cause baby, I ain’t in a hurry
Every little thing you say
Got a real nice ring to it
The way it rolls off your lips
And oh, when you give me that kiss
It’s like Amen from the back of the choir
Sweet home of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sittin’ by a cracklin’ fire
Strumming them guitar strings
Like an old song on the radio
That you grew up to and everybody knows
Rushin’ of the water when the river rolls
Winding wild and free
Baby, you sound good to me
Baby, you sound so good to me
Mm-m-mm like a melody
Baby, you sound good to me
Baby, you sound good to me
Baby, you sound so good to me
Mm-m-mm like a melody
Baby, mm-mm
Like an Amen from the back of the choir
Sweet home of freedom underneath the tires
Kicked back sittin’ by a cracklin’ fire
Strumming them guitar strings
Like an old song on the radio
That you grew up to and everybody knows
Rushin’ of the water when the river rolls
Winding wild and free
Baby, you sound good to me
Baby, you sound so good to me
Mm-m-mm like a melody
Baby, you sound good (sound so good)
Baby, you sound good to me (sound so good)
Baby, you sound so good to me (sound so good)
Mm-m-mm like a melody
Baby, you sound good to me.
