| Song | Miss Congeniality |
| Artist | Hepcat |
| Album | Out Of Nowhere |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Berry, Desert | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She's living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| Met her in a billiard | |
| She say boy can I see you soon (soon) | |
| If you was me man what would you (do) | |
| I didn't know she wouldn't be true (true) | |
| Well that night we a make a date (we make a date) | |
| To meet around seven o'clock or eight | |
| I said young girl let me set you straight | |
| I'll shoot you if you're with another mate | |
| And she sang, what could you mean | |
| You are the only one for me | |
| I'm not one to lie | |
| I don't like to deceive | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She's living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| I was the apple of her eye | |
| I say why not give her a try | |
| I knew that she was true | |
| Until I found the other man's tie | |
| Little girl just tell the truth (just tell the truth) | |
| This one go with none of my suits | |
| Where's that man, he'll eat my boots, | |
| She wouldn't answer | |
| So I began to shoot, and I sang | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She lied to much now she dead and burried | |
| No one can make a fool out of me | |
| I live to speak about it, you see | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She's living in her own reality | |
| Her whold life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me |
| zuo qu : Berry, Desert | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| Met her in a billiard | |
| She say boy can I see you soon soon | |
| If you was me man what would you do | |
| I didn' t know she wouldn' t be true true | |
| Well that night we a make a date we make a date | |
| To meet around seven o' clock or eight | |
| I said young girl let me set you straight | |
| I' ll shoot you if you' re with another mate | |
| And she sang, what could you mean | |
| You are the only one for me | |
| I' m not one to lie | |
| I don' t like to deceive | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| I was the apple of her eye | |
| I say why not give her a try | |
| I knew that she was true | |
| Until I found the other man' s tie | |
| Little girl just tell the truth just tell the truth | |
| This one go with none of my suits | |
| Where' s that man, he' ll eat my boots, | |
| She wouldn' t answer | |
| So I began to shoot, and I sang | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She lied to much now she dead and burried | |
| No one can make a fool out of me | |
| I live to speak about it, you see | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whold life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me |
| zuò qǔ : Berry, Desert | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| Met her in a billiard | |
| She say boy can I see you soon soon | |
| If you was me man what would you do | |
| I didn' t know she wouldn' t be true true | |
| Well that night we a make a date we make a date | |
| To meet around seven o' clock or eight | |
| I said young girl let me set you straight | |
| I' ll shoot you if you' re with another mate | |
| And she sang, what could you mean | |
| You are the only one for me | |
| I' m not one to lie | |
| I don' t like to deceive | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whole life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me | |
| I was the apple of her eye | |
| I say why not give her a try | |
| I knew that she was true | |
| Until I found the other man' s tie | |
| Little girl just tell the truth just tell the truth | |
| This one go with none of my suits | |
| Where' s that man, he' ll eat my boots, | |
| She wouldn' t answer | |
| So I began to shoot, and I sang | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She lied to much now she dead and burried | |
| No one can make a fool out of me | |
| I live to speak about it, you see | |
| Little Miss Congeniality | |
| She' s living in her own reality | |
| Her whold life is such a fallacy | |
| But still I let her make a fool of me |