GOD & GUNS N’ ROSES

She was sitting at a four-top with a few of her friends Working off the work week, couple drinks in When that jukebox dime finally hit "Paradise City" She was screaming every word like it was '87, hmm She caught me looking and laughing, singing along too She just smiled and spun across the room Made a beeline for the dance floor, pulling me by the hand Tellin' anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band" Sayin', "Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?" Oh-whoa-whoa, she knew every B-side And I just sat and let her talk all night Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak Thank the barkeeper keeping that patio open Yeah, I could keep going, thank guide Thank God and guns and roses She told me her daddy wore out that two-side tape That '81 Bronco, it seen its better days But it made it 200 miles, we got a couple seats Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door in the nosebleeds Hmm, screamin' like it was '87 Hmm, that's when she said "Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?" Oh-whoa-whoa, she knew every B-side And I just sat and let her talk all night Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak Thank the barkeeper keeping that patio open Yeah, I could keep going, thank guide Thank God and guns and roses "Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?" Oh-whoa-whoa, she knew every B-side And I just sat and let her talk all night Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me Thank the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak Thank the barkeeper keeping that patio open Yeah, I could keep going, thank guide Thank God and guns and roses