She Was a Doorman - Ana Popovic

These empty streets on fourth of July fireworks in flame

Putting traps on stage I won’t walls and rain

Business in the front party in the back

Corn Dogs for dinner I stare you for the age

She was a doorman or a soundman in a microwave

She was a she man she man just taking care of the band

That wasn’t the only lie stonewash jeans and overalls

Regulars at the bar summer side in the back

Honkey tonk shine back L. A font

She says warm beer straight from her truck

She was a doorman or a soundman in a microwave

She was a she man she man just taking care of the band

She was a doorman or a soundman in a microwave

She was a she man she man just taking care of the band

Might chunky miles popping catch it on the fly

Duct tape on everything barely getting by

She got cash in her bra she loves it on her skin

She’ll be right here tomorrow night to do it all again

She was a doorman or a soundman in a microwave

She was a she man she man just taking care of the band

She was a doorman or a soundman in a microwave

She was a she man she man just taking care of the band