GOD & GUNS N’ ROSES - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

She was sitting at a four-top with a few of her friends

Working off the work week, a couple drinks in

When that jukebox dime finally hit "Paradise City"

She was screaming every word like it was '87, hm

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

Telling anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band"

Saying, "Oh-oh-oh, 'Sweet Child O' Mine's' alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, 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 God, thank God and Guns N' Roses

She told me her daddy wore out that two-side tape

That '81 Bronco had seen its better days

But it made it two hundred miles and we got a couple seats

Knock, knock, knocking on Heaven's door in the nosebleeds

Hm, screaming like it was '87

Hm, that's when she said

"Oh-oh-oh, 'Sweet Child O' Mine's' alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, 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 God, thank God and Guns N' Roses

"Oh-oh-oh, 'Sweet Child O' Mine's' alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, 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 God, thank God and Guns N' Roses