You Can Be The Boss

You taste like the fourth of JulyMalt liquor on your breath my myI love you but I don't know whyYou can be be the boss, daddy you can be the bossTaste like a keg party back on the sauceI like you a lot, I like you a lot,Don't let it stopHad a cigarette with his number on itHe gave it over to me, do you want itKnew it was wrong, but I palmed itI saved it, I waited, I called itThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,The liquor on your lips makes you dangerousI knew it was wrong I'm beyond itI tried to be strong but I lost itWhite corvette like I wantedA fire in his eyes know I saw itHe's bleeding from his brain and his walletHe's sick and he's taken, but honestThe liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips,The liquor on his lips I just can't resistAs close as I'll get to the darknessHe tells me to shut up I got thisI need you, I need you babeLike I never needed anyoneYou're wrong but you're so much funYou said you treat them meanTo keep them keen, you're not that niceBut you taste like the fourth of July,Malt liquor on your breath my myYou can be be the boss, daddy you can be the bossTaste like a keg party back on the sauceDon't let it stop