You taste like the fourth of july Malt liquor on your breath my my I love you but I don´t know why You can be the boss daddy You can be the boss Taste like a jigparty back on the stars Like you alot, like you alot Don´t let it stop. You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you alot Don´t let it stop... A cigarette with his number on it He gave over to me, do you want it I knew it was wrong but I pawned it I saved it, I waited, I called it. Liquor on your lips, liquor on your lips Liquor on your lips makes you dangerous. I knew it was wrong when we bonded I tried to be strong but I lost it You taste like the fourth of july Malt liquor on your breath my my You can be the boss daddy You can be the boss Taste like a jugparty back with the stars. Like you alot, like you alot Don´t let it stop You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you alot Don´t let it stop... He got a white corvette like I wanted, A fire in his eyes, no I saw it Bleeding from his brain and his wallet He´s sick and he´s ticking but honest. The liquor on your lips, the liquor on your lips, The liquor on his lips, I just can´t resist As close as I´ll get to the darkness He tells me to shut up – I got this. Taste like the fourth of july, malt liquor on your breath my my. You can be the boss daddy, You can be the boss. Taste like a jigparty back on the stars Like you alot, like you alot Don´t let it stop. You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you alot Don´t let it stop... I need you, I need you babe, Like I never needed anyone You´re gone but you´re so much fun You say you treat me mean to keep The opinion of that night. but you taste like the fourth of july Malt liquor on your breath my my. You can be the boss daddy, You can be the boss. Taste like a jigparty back on the stars Like you alot, like you alot Don´t let it stop You can be the boss daddy, you can be the boss Bad to the bone, sick as a dog You know that I like, like you alot Don´t let it stop... Of all the ginjoints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine...