Maren Morris - GIRL Lyrics
GIRL
Man, this shit's unflatterin', all up in my head again
I don't feel myself right now, maybe I should just lay down
If vanity's my vitamin, well, I don't feel the difference
I don't like myself right now, gotta find a way out
What you feel is natural
But I don't wanna feel this anymore
Pick yourself up off the kitchen floor
What you waitin' for?
Girl, won't you stop your cryin'?
I know that you're tryin'
Everything's gonna be okay
Baby girl, don't you hang your head low
Don't you lose your halo
Everyone's gonna be okay
Baby girl
Draw your comparisons, tryin' to find who's lesser than
I don't wanna wear your crown, there's enough to go around
What you feel is natural (natural)
You don't gotta put up with this anymore (anymore)
Pick yourself up off the kitchen floor (oh)
Tell me, what you waitin' for?
Girl, won't you stop your cryin'?
I know that you're tryin'
Everything's gonna be okay
Baby girl, don't you hang your head low
Don't you lose your halo
Everyone's gonna be okay
Baby girl
Girl, don't hang your head low
Don't lose your halo, don't lose your halo
Girl, don't hang your head low
Don't lose your halo, oh
Girl, don't you stop your cryin'
I know that you're tryin'
Everything's gonna be okay
Baby girl, don't you hang your head low
Don't you lose your halo
Everyone's gonna be okay
Baby girl, won't you stop your cryin'? (Won't you stop your cryin'?)
I know that you're tryin'
Everything's gonna be okay (everything's gonna be okay)
Baby girl, don't you hang your head low
Don't you lose your halo
Everyone's gonna be okay (everyone's gonna be okay)
Baby girl
Everyone's gonna okay, baby
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Hoo hoo hoo, hoo
Writer: Greg Allen Kurstin, Maren Larae Morris, Sarah Paige Aarons
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
The Feels
From the second that we walk in
You kinda make me wanna leave
You let your eyes do the talking
It kinda makes me wanna be
Alone with you, home with you
Little love drunk stoned with you
I need a minute 'cause, boy, you're giving me the
Feels
Like the tickle of the bubbles in a bottle of cheap champagne
And it feels like I'm gettin' into trouble, but I'm gonna do it anyway
And it feels like love in the morning
So good it's gonna burn through my body all day
What can I say? Hey
You're giving me the feels, baby
Head down to my heels, baby
You don't gotta light a candle
You don't have to set the mood
What you gotta understand, though
I'm already into you
It's chemistry, meant to be
Incomprehensibly tangled up in it
Yeah, boy, you're giving me the
Feels
Like the tickle of the bubbles in a bottle of cheap champagne
And it feels like I'm gettin' into trouble, but I'm gonna do it anyway
And it feels like love in the morning
So good it's gonna burn through my body all day
What can I say? Hey
You're giving me the feels, baby
Head down to my heels, baby
I need a, I need a minute
I'm tangled in it
I'm kinda, I'm kinda caught up
You give me all the
I need a, I need a minute
I'm tangled in it
I'm kinda, I'm kinda, caught up
You give me all the
Feels (yeah, yeah)
Like the tickle of the bubbles in a bottle of cheap champagne
And it feels like I'm gettin' into trouble, but I'm gonna do it anyway
And it feels like love in the morning
So good, it's gonna burn through my body all day (all day)
Oh, what can I say? Hey
You're giving me the feels, baby (ooh)
Head down to my heels, baby, oh
You're giving me the feels, baby
Head down to my heels, baby
You're giving me the feels
Writer: Jimmy Robbins, Laura Veltz, Maren Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
All My Favorite People
Not everybody drinks on a Tuesday night
Mixes their liquor with Crystal Light
With a couple of friends they called out of the blue
And not everybody spends what they made that week
On a tank of gas and a little bit of weed
But all my favorite people do
I don't know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we're going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
Come on, TJ
Not everybody's gonna find clarity
In a back porch sittin' kind of therapy
With a little bit of wine, John Prine, and Camel Blues, oh no
Not everybody leaves well enough alone
Stays out of business that ain't their own
But all my favorite people do
Well, I don't know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we're going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
All my favorite people, all my favorite people
All my favorite people, yeah, they do
Yeah, we ain't all perfect, but we're doing alright
Everybody's worried 'bout tryna get by
But all my favorite people do
Well, I don't know about them, but I know about us
It is what it is and we love who we love
Not everybody gets what we're going through
But all my favorite people do
Yeah, all my favorite people do
Writer: Maren Larae Morris, Mikey Reaves, Ryan James Hurd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
A Song for Everything
What's your time machine?
Is it Springsteen or Teenage Dream?
What's your takes-you-back?
Your first falling-in-love soundtrack?
When you were lookin' for the words
Somebody said it first so you didn't have to
It was looking right at you
One danced you through love
One rocked you through lonely
Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy
For the hits and the misses
For the fire and rain
Close your eyes and listen
'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah
There's a song for everything
My first lighter up
Was back when Coldplay still played clubs
My first real goodbye
Damn, that second verse still makes me cry
When I was looking for the words
Somebody said it first like they knew me
They were singing right to me
One danced you through love
One rocked you through lonely
Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy
For the hits and the misses
For the fire and rain
Close your eyes and listen
'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah
There's a song for everything
There's a song for everything
What's your time machine?
Is it Springsteen or Teenage Dream?
One danced you through love
One rocked you through lonely
Mixtaped your heartbreak and made you feel holy
For the hits and the misses
For the fire and rain
Close your eyes and listen
'Cause there's a song for everything, yeah
There's a song for everything, yeah
There's a song for everything
Ooh
Writer: Jimmy Robbins, Laura Veltz, Maren Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Common
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
I've been tryna carry on
But I'm crushed under the weight
Of the world where I belong
But I don't feel at home, yeah
When it's over, when it's done
When we're standing at the gates
Will we see that all along, yeah
We're a different kind of sane?
How do we get to the bottom of this
When we're sitting on the top?
Hey, people, they tell me it's just how it is
Like it's never gonna stop
But we got way too much in common
So what's the point in fighting?
We got way too many problems if I'm being honest
I don't know what God is
'Cause we've got way too much in common (mmm, mmm)
Way too much in common (mmm, mmm)
I breathe it in my lungs
I've seen it in the flesh
If all we need is love
How the hell did we forget?
How do we get to the bottom of this
When we're sitting at the top?
People, they tell me it's just how it is
Like it's never gonna stop
Oh, we got way too much in common
So what's the point in fighting?
We got way too many problems if I'm being honest (yeah)
I don't know what God is
Oh, we got way too much in common
Oh, maybe we forgot it (maybe we forgot it)
With everybody talkin', ain't nobody listenin'
I don't know what God is
'Cause we got way too much in common (mmm, mmm)
(Mmm, mmm) ooh
(Mmm, mmm) ooh
(Mmm, mmm)
Oh, we got way too much in common
So what's the point in fighting? (What's the point in fighting?)
We got way too many problems if I'm being honest
I don't know what God is
'Cause we got way too much in common (oh, we got way too much in common)
Oh, but maybe we forgot it (maybe we forgot it)
Hey, with everybody talkin' (with everybody talkin')
Ain't nobody listenin' (ain't nobody listenin')
I don't know what God is
But we got way too much in common
Way too much in common
Oh, ain't nobody listenin' (ayy)
Ayy
Writer: Greg Allen Kurstin, Maren Larae Morris, Sarah Paige Aarons
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Flavor
Ain't gonna water down my words or sugar up my spice
Sometimes the truth don't always come out nice
Just gonna do me and you don't have to listen
And if you don't like the heat, then get out of the kitchen
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
Even if it ain't your style
You only see one layer
Original could take a while
Making a mess, straight out of scratch
Think what you think about that
Oh, I'm just tryna make good a little bit greater
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
If it ain't familiar, it's 'cause you ain't had it yet
Even if you don't like it, I bet you won't forget
There's always one or two pushing on the envelope
So I'ma raise a glass to you if you're one of those
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
Even if it ain't your style
You only see one layer
Original could take a while
Making a mess, straight out of scratch
Think what you think about that
Oh, I'm just tryna make good a little bit greater
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
I'm cookin' up my own flavor
Yeah, I'm a lady, I make my dough
Won't play the victim, don't fit that mold
I speak my peace, don't do what I'm told
Shut up and sing? Well, hell no, I won't
I'm cookin' up my own flavor (flavor)
Even if it ain't your style
You only see one layer (one layer)
Original could take a while (one layer)
Making a mess, straight out of scratch
Think what you think about that (what you think about that?)
Oh, I'm just tryna make good a little bit greater
I'm cookin' up my own flavor (hey)
Oh, I'm cookin' up my own flavor
Ah-ah-ah yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
One layer, one layer
Writer: Jimmy Robbins, Laura Veltz, Maren Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Make Out with Me
This is the end of Side One of this record
Please now turn it over for the second side
I got a phone that won't die
You're up in the air, landing tonight
So I'll leave a message for ya, get it when you touch down
If I'm bein' honest, I'm a little drunk now
I got a bed that's too big without ya
I got a heart that don't beat without ya
Get so jealous when you ain't by my side
I know it's selfish, but I need you tonight
So text when you touch down, straight to my place now
These nights without you be so hard to sleep
Come put your things down, I'll order take out
No more to say now, baby, just make out with me, mm
Baby, just make out with me
You got a kiss I still taste
And I feel your lips from miles away
I got one more minute of this message to burn
I hope you get it 'cause I mean every word
So text when you touch down, straight to my place now
These nights without you be so hard to sleep
Come put your things down, I'll order take out
No more to say now, baby, just make out with me
Baby, just make out with me
Just like it used to be
Baby, just make out with me, ooh
Writer: Julian, John Ryan, Maren Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Gold Love
Baby, I was way past the point of saving
But you didn't try to save me, you just let it be
Called me up, say, "Let's go get a drink"
We don't even have to say a thing
But we talked a while 'bout our dreams
Our lives, our saints
How you like to hear me sing
I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
If my stars burn out of light, if my diamond loses shine
Your gold love gets me through, gets me through, gets me through
Fascinated by the facets of me I hated
The beauty that I kept shaded
You brought the sun around
Said I'm too good to be on the ground
You wanna hold me, but you'll never hold me down
Yeah, you saw the hurt through the pain
Saw the sparks through the rain
After that drink, I never was the same
I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
If my stars burn out of light, if my diamond loses shine
Your gold love gets me through, gets me through, gets me through
I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
If my stars burn out of light, if my diamond loses shine
Your gold love gets me through, gets me through, gets me through
Yeah, I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
Silver lining just won't do
Your gold love will get me through
Yeah, I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
Silver lining just won't do
Your gold love will get me through
I guess I always knew
There was something more to you
If my stars burn out of light, if my diamond loses shine
Your gold love gets me through, gets me through, gets me through
I guess I always knew (yeah, I guess I always knew there was something more to you)
There was something more to you (silver lining just won't do, your gold love will get me through)
If my stars burn out of light (yeah, I guess I always knew)
If my diamond loses shine (there was something more to you)
Your gold love gets me through, gets me through, gets me through (silver lining just won't do)
(Your gold love will get me through)
Writer: Maren Morris, Michael James Ryan Busbee
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Great Ones
Before you found me
Baby, my heart and all around me was like a graveyard
I didn't sleep alone
But never felt more lonely
I tried for so long to get it right, but
You get it so wrong until the right love
Makes you realize that there's a one-and-only
You just fell out of the sky
The best things come when you don't even try
Lighting in a bottle doesn't happen twice
The kind of gospel that saves you just in time
The myth of me and you is fiction turned to truth
Most loves don't make it through
But the great ones do
But the great ones, yeah, the great ones
Yeah, the great ones do
But the great ones, the great ones do
It's like every single star aligning
We traded silver for gold lining
You're the perfect storm
So let it pour down on me
If they tell the story in a hundred years
No one would believe that you and me were really here
Just a memory of what the real thing can be
You just fell out of the sky
The best things come when you don't even try
Lighting in a bottle doesn't happen twice
The kind of gospel that saves you just in time
The myth of me and you is fiction turned to truth
Most loves don't make it through
But the great ones do
But the great ones, yeah, the great ones
Yeah, the great ones do
But the great ones, the great ones do
You know when you know and I know you do
And I know that I just love you
Sometimes it feels just too good to be true, but it's true
Yeah, somehow it's true that
You just fell out of the sky
The best things come when you don't even try
Lighting in a bottle doesn't happen twice
The kind of gospel that saves you just in time
The myth of me and you is fiction turned to truth
Most loves don't make it through
But the great ones do
But the great ones, the great ones
Yeah, the great ones do
But the great ones, the great ones do
You know when you know
You know when you know
Ooh
Writer: Maren Morris, Mikey Reaves, Ryan Hurd
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing
RSVP
Don't tell me that you got better plans
For those velvet hands, they're in demand
Don't tell me that you're not a little curious
Don't be so serious, it can be only us
If you want more than your eyes on me, yeah
You can let me know privately
RSVP
Bring your love to me, yeah
It's an open invitation to an all-night situation
If I'm where you wanna be
RSVP
I'm a fun party, yeah
All you gots to bring, your loving
'Cause I ain't wearing nothing
Nothing you can't take off me
RSVP
I'm a glass of good whiskey with your name on it
Looking for your lips and your fingerprints
This floor is waiting for my black dress to fall
Somewhere in the hall, so don't take too long
Watch the sweat fall like confetti, yeah
Wake up in my big Cali king
RSVP
Bring your love to me, yeah
It's an open invitation to an all-night situation
If I'm where you wanna be
RSVP
I'm a fun party, yeah
All you gots to bring, your loving
'Cause I ain't wearing nothing
Nothing you can't take off me
RSVP
Répondez s'il vous plait, baby, baby
You know the time and place, baby, baby
Répondez s'il vous plait, baby, baby
So come on, don't be late
RSVP
Bring your love to me, yeah
It's an open invitation to an all-night situation
If I'm where you wanna be
RSVP
I'm a fun party, yeah
All you gots to bring, your loving
'Cause I ain't wearing nothing
Nothing you can't take off me
RSVP
RSVP
So come on, don't be late, baby, baby
Writer: Jon Randall, Maren Morris, Mark Trussell, Natalie Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
To Hell and Back
Smoke was comin' off my jacket and you didn't seem to mind
I left a long trail of ashes and you said, "I like your style"
Now, heartbreak ain't a competition, but I took it in a landslide
The skeletons I wanted to bury, you liked out in the light
You didn't save me
You didn't think I needed saving
You didn't change me
You didn't think I needed changing
My wings are frayed and what's left of my halo's black
Lucky for me, your kind of heaven's been to Hell and back
To Hell and back
I wonder how you treasure what anyone would call a flaw
You say a pearl without the pressure wouldn't be a pearl at all
When my demons come a-callin', you don't even bat an eye
I don't scare you, and I guess that's why
You didn't save me
You didn't think I needed saving
You didn't change me
You didn't think I needed changing
My wings are frayed and what's left of my halo's black
Lucky for me, your kind of heaven's been to Hell and back
To Hell and back
Smoke was coming off my jacket
And I left a long trail of ashes
You didn't save me
You didn't think I needed saving
You didn't change me
You didn't think I needed changing
My wings are frayed and what's left of my halo's black
Lucky for me, your kind of heaven's been to Hell and back
Lucky for me, your kind of heaven's been to Hell and back
To Hell and back
To Hell and back
Writer: Jessie Jo Dillon, Laura Jeanne Veltz, Maren Larae Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Bones
We're in the homestretch of the hard times
We took a hard left, but we're alright
Yeah, life sure can try to put love through it, but
We built this right, so nothing's ever gonna move it
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain 'cause you and I remain the same
When there ain't a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good
Call it dumb luck, but baby, you and I
Can't even mess it up, though we both try
No, it don't always go the way we planned it
But the wolves came and went and we're still standing
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain 'cause you and I remain the same
When there ain't a crack in the foundation
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good
When the bones are good
Bones are good, the rest, the rest don't matter (baby, it don't really matter)
Paint could peel, the glass could shatter (oh, the glass, oh, the glass could shatter)
Bones are good, the rest, the rest don't matter (ooh)
Paint could peel, the glass, the glass could shatter (yeah)
When the bones are good, the rest don't matter
Yeah, the paint could peel, the glass could shatter
Let it rain (let it rain, let it rain)
'Cause you and I remain the same (woo)
When there ain't a crack in the foundation (woo)
Baby, I know any storm we're facing
Will blow right over while we stay put
The house don't fall when the bones are good
Yeah, ooh
Writer: Jimmy Robbins, Laura Veltz, Maren Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Good Woman
When you were young, there were some things
You had planned out, a map of your dreams
If some pull through, and if some fall away
I promise to you, this one's gonna stay
I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
I'll travel the world or stay in one place
I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door
'Cause you got my back and I got yours
You've got good love, a good woman
Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
If you need my arms to hold you together
They'll be right here to hold you forever
Sometimes we won't know the road that we'll face
But we'll get where we're going even if we're late
I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
No one'll speak the language we made
I'll hold your hand when the storm's at the door
'Cause you got my back and I got yours
You've got good love, a good woman
Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
I'll keep you warm beneath the sheets
The weight of the world's got nothing on me
'Cause you've got good love, a good woman
Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
I'll sway like a tree when you need a change
We'll travel the world or stay in one place
You've got good love, a good woman
Yeah, you've got good love, a good woman
Writer: Ian Fitchuk, Kathleen Margaret Edwards, Maren Larae Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Peermusic Publishing
Shade
I was mixed up in the shadows castin' over me
Blendin' in the background of someone else's dream
Then I caught your light, then I caught your glow
Didn't dim my shine, but you changed my tone
Now I'm illuminated and you're all I see
Baby, baby, you're my color
Custom made
Think I finally discovered
You're my perfect shade
I stand out like neon on the darkest night
Everything looks clearer lookin' in your eyes
It could be the all, it could the spring
Baby, you look good with everything
I've tried other designs, and boy, you fit just right
Baby, baby, you're my color
Custom made
Think I finally discovered
You're my perfect shade
Shades of green, shades of gold
I don't need another rainbow
Shades of me, shades of you
You're the prism that I see through
Baby, baby, you're my color
Custom made
Think I finally discovered
You're my perfect shade
You're my perfect shade, yeah
Hey yeah
Hey, hey, hey yeah
Whoa oh oh oh, whoa, mmm
Writer: Maren Morris, Natalie Hemby, Tyler Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing