Текст Ray Fulcher – Looks

If a beer could turn a year and a 10, I’d live for eternity
If the sun never went missin’ while I’m sittin’ here fishin’
Then man, I’d never leave
If smokin’ a Winston Light didn’t feel right

‘Cause if looks could kill, make a heart beat still
I’d be S.O.L.
I’d be a dead man walking, you’d be tongue-tied
Sweet talkin’ your way out of jail
The headlines would read «RIP, death by first-sight love»
And if looks could kill, I’d be up on a hill
Six feet down, pushin’ daisies up

Yeah, you got that smile
Like a.45 hollow point straight to the heart
And I ain’t claimin’ that’s where you were aimin’
But baby, you were right on the mark
Well, there’d be no talk about «just ’cause»
‘Cause girl, it’d be point blank
You’d be tried, first-degree homicide
And I’d be in Montgomery, hangin’ with Hank

‘Cause if looks could kill, make a heart beat still
I’d be S.O.L.
I’d be a dead man walking, you’d be tongue-tied
Sweet talkin’ your way out of jail
The headlines would read «RIP, death by first-sight love»
And if looks could kill, I’d be up on a hill
Six feet down, pushin’ daisies up

If looks could kill, make a heart beat still