Make It Last Lyrics - The Art Of Love And War - Angie Stone

You've got your mother in a whirl 

She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl 

Hey babe, your hair's alright 

Hey babe, let's go out tonight 

You like me, and I like it all 

We like dancing and we look divine 

You love bands when they're playing hard 

You want more and you want it fast 

They put you down, they say I'm wrong 

You tacky thing, you put them on 

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress 

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess 

Rebel Rebel, how could they know? 

Hot tramp, I love you so! 

Don't ya? 

You've got your mother in a whirl 'cause she's 

Not sure if you're a boy or a girl 

Hey babe, your hair's alright 

Hey babe, let's stay out tonight 

You like me, and I like it all 

We like dancing and we look divine 

You love bands when they're playing hard 

You want more and you want it fast 

They put you down, they say I'm wrong 

You tacky thing, you put them on 

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress 

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess 

Rebel Rebel, how could they know? 

Hot tramp, I love you so! 

Don't ya? 

Oh? 

Rebel Rebel, you've torn your dress 

Rebel Rebel, your face is a mess 

Rebel Rebel, how could they know? 

Hot tramp, I love you so! 

You've torn your dress, your face is a mess 

You can't get enough, but enough ain't the test 

You've got your transmission and your live wire 

You got your cue line and a handful of ludes 

You wanna be there when they count up the dudes 

And I love your dress 

You're a juvenile success 

Because your face is a mess 

So how could they know? 

I said, how could they know? 

So what you wanna know 

Calamity's child, chi-chile, chi-chile 

Where'd you wanna go? 

What can I do for you? Looks like you've been there too 

'Cause you've torn your dress 

And your face is a mess 

Oh, your face is a mess 

Oh, oh, so how could they know? 

Eh, eh, how could they know? 

Eh, eh