Momma's Meatloaf

Boots on the table, middle finger high
Whole damn city knows I don't play nice
Girls talk tough 'til I walk through the door
I leave broken hearts scattered on the floor

You were talkin' real loud at the back of the bar
Actin' like you wanna take this outside to the cars
Your girls kept barkin', mine laughed back
Then you pulled a switchblade out your backpack
I slammed my drink down, cracked my neck
Whole damn room knew what came next
I pulled my fist back, ready to swing
Then my phone lit up and started to ring

Whoa-oh-oh
It's Thursday night, meatloaf night
Whoa-oh-oh
Momma's got the oven on ri-right
Brown gravy drippin', mashed potatoes too
Sorry girl, I gotta run, we're through
Whoa-oh-oh
It's time for Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
So good
So good

My best friend smirked while the dude bought shots
Knew exactly what he wanted, knew exactly what I got
I pulled her close while he watched us dance
Had that, oh my God this might happen glance
Hands on hips, lipstick stains
Bedroom lights and tangled chains
Their mouths got close, mine leaned in slow
Then I checked my watch and said, oh no

Whoa-oh-oh
It's Thursday night, meatloaf night
Whoa-oh-oh
Momma's got the oven on ri-right
Fresh baked rolls and butter melting through
Sorry babe, can't stay here with you
Whoa-oh-oh
It's time for Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
So good
So good

Pulled up hard in a stolen van
Black ski masks and a loaded plan
My girls hit the doors, I hit the floor
Screamin' everybody down while they locked the store
Teller froze while I grabbed the cash
Security crying, lights all flashed
Pressed my pistol right up to his face
Then I smelled meatloaf and left the place

Whoa-oh-oh
It's Thursday night, meatloaf night
Whoa-oh-oh
Momma's got the oven on ri-right
Ketchup glaze baked golden brown
Ain't no crime gonna slow me down
Whoa-oh-oh
It's time for Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
So good
So good

Some girls chase trouble
Some girls chase thrills
Some girls want diamonds
Or Hollywood hills
But every Thursday night at home
That meatloaf calls me back alone

Whoa-oh-oh
It's Thursday night, meatloaf night
Whoa-oh-oh
Momma's got the oven on ri-right
Brown gravy drippin', mashed potatoes too
Nothing in this world beats you
Whoa-oh-oh
It's time for Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
So good
So good

Whoa-oh-oh
It's Thursday night, meatloaf night
Whoa-oh-oh
Everybody sing along tonight
Fresh baked rolls and butter melting through
Momma I'm coming home to you
Whoa-oh-oh
It's time for Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
Momma's meatloaf
So good
So good