[Lyric] Mighta Coulda (Zantzinger Chorus)

I mighta coulda warned you
In the backseat of your car
Underneath a pile of clothes
There's something important
You could sell it for a half a grand
But, I mean, what can you do?

Sing along with the radio
Practically begged me to come back home
Shoulda planted one on those lips
To keep you from blabbing to the State Police

Oh, Bella, c'mon
It's taken you forever to realize that the summer's over
I wish you could stay
But the liquor cabinet opens like a genie's bottle

The next timе I feel the urge
Remind mе of the times
That I tried and failed
You're apoplectic
Because we live under an interchange
And it's pathetic
But I wouldn't trade it for anything
Oh, Bella, c'mon
Took you the better part of Monday just to come to terms with it
I don't want you stay
Not anymore

Woah

So, baby, c'mon
No one ever asked you to sing along
I wish you could stay
But the liquor cabinet opens like a genie's bottle
Every extra minute we waste
Polish off your drink and get back to your register
So, baby, c'mon
I mighta coulda warned you
But where's the fun in that?