Text: Kings of Leon. Because of the Times. Arizona.

Now taste
All I ever needed
All I ever wanted
So hold on to surrender

She shakes
Like I'm on a railway
Checking me out
Someone on a shoulder

Her lamp
Slippers in her bedroom
She must feel it's awkward
Oh, I said it's Arizona

Now go stand up to a giant
Said that I'm a fighter
Too drunk to remember
Too drunk to

Shake hands, my face
Standin' on a treadmill
Tastin' something awful
I hate when that happens

She waits in and out of Texas
She must be plum crazy
I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do