Bread & Butter

Cabernet's your bread and butter
But whiskey strong as a number two
Crimson red's your favorite color
You're lucky I like it too, it me makes me into you

Rock 'N' Roll, your dad's a drummer
And you like songs when they're out of tune
Sixty-nine's your favorite number
You're lucky I like it too, it makes me into you

We're not the best at being simple
We like to do things our way

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Mama married to a Governor
Politics, it ain't nothing new
You like to dream, you like to wonder
You're lucky I like it too, it makes me into you

We're not the best at being simple
We like to do things our way

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