Biografia:
Wildfire fighter, blueberry picker, Christmas tree topper and chainsaw maker were just a few of the job hats that Brandy Clark wore growing up in Morton, Washington (Pop. 900). Brandy first picked up the guitar at nine years old and made her singing debut in school musicals. Her passion for music brought her to Nashville, Tennessee’s Belmont University where she studied commercial music and was chosen to perform in the school’s prestigious “Best of the Best Showcase.
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Outras músicas:
- Big Day In A Small Town
- Broke
- Daughter
- Drinkin Smokin Cheatin
- Get High
- Girl Next Door
- Hold My Hand
- Hungover
- I Cried
- In Some Corner
- Just Like Him
- Love Can Go To Hell
- Pray To Jesus
- Since Youve Gone To Heaven
- Soap Opera
- Stripes
- Take A Little Pill
- Three Kids No Husband
- Whatll Keep Me Out Of Heaven
- When I Get To Drinkin
- You Cant Come In
- Youre Drunk
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Capo on 3
[Intro]
Am x 6
[Verse 1]
Am
When you took me home, you knew who you were taking
F
Not some Debbie debutante, standing in an (Am)apron, frying up your bacon
[Pre-Chorus]
Am
My house and my mouth and my mind get kinda trashy
I've never been to jail, but Hell, I wouldn't put it past me
[Chorus]
Am
So, if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Solo]
(Am) (Am) (Am)
[Verse 2]
Am
Sorry, I ain't sorry that I ain't your Marsha Brady, uh-uh
If I ever met her, bet she'd probably
Am
hate me, 'cause you'd wanna date me
[Pre-Chorus]
Am
My heart and my head and my bed can get real twisted
F
And you wouldn't be the first to think you're --- gonna go and fix it
[Chorus]
Am
So, if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Solo]
(Am) (Am) (Am)
[Bridge]
G Am
The thing that turns you on is what you wanna change
G F
But you have a better chance of slowing down a train
[Chorus]
Am
If you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Outro]
(Am) (Am) (Am) (Am)
[Intro]
Am x 6
[Verse 1]
Am
When you took me home, you knew who you were taking
F
Not some Debbie debutante, standing in an (Am)apron, frying up your bacon
[Pre-Chorus]
Am
My house and my mouth and my mind get kinda trashy
I've never been to jail, but Hell, I wouldn't put it past me
[Chorus]
Am
So, if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Solo]
(Am) (Am) (Am)
[Verse 2]
Am
Sorry, I ain't sorry that I ain't your Marsha Brady, uh-uh
If I ever met her, bet she'd probably
Am
hate me, 'cause you'd wanna date me
[Pre-Chorus]
Am
My heart and my head and my bed can get real twisted
F
And you wouldn't be the first to think you're --- gonna go and fix it
[Chorus]
Am
So, if you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Solo]
(Am) (Am) (Am)
[Bridge]
G Am
The thing that turns you on is what you wanna change
G F
But you have a better chance of slowing down a train
[Chorus]
Am
If you want the girl next door, some Virgin Mary metaphor
F
Your cardboard cutout on the wall, your paper or your Barbie doll
Am
With perfect hair and a perfect dress, I'm really just the perfect mess
F G
And I ain't nothing less or nothing more, so baby, if you want the girl next door
[Post-Chorus]
Am
Then go next door and go right now, and don't look back, don't turn around
F
And don't call me when you get bored, yeah, if you want the girl next door
Am
Then go next door
[Outro]
(Am) (Am) (Am) (Am)
Bratmobile
Bratz
Bratz Rock Angel (...)
Bratze
Braulio
Brea Lawrenson
Breabach
Breach The Summi (...)
Bread & Wine
Bread And Roses