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One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four |
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She had eyes that I couldn't ignore |
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I chatted her up out on the dance floor |
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She was out of cigarettes so I walked her to the store |
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Skirt pulled up pushed against the wall |
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But she pauses just to take a call |
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Joanne says, "Girl, what the **** are you doing? |
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All these boys are going to be your ruin" |
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Now I can't help but overhear |
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As I'm kissing from her neck to her ear |
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"Well if any of them meant it I'd mean it back" |
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"It never meant anything but a case of the clap" |
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"Girl please, I'm over that; anyways let me call you back" |
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"Why?" |
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Because it's all beginning to sound like a rap |
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Sometimes it's just one of those nights |
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Ain't you never had it happen to you? |
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Then you go home too soon, go home too soon |
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You could blame it on the music |
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But it wouldn't be right |
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Because I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes |
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Must be the moon |
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Must be the moon |
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Must be the moon |
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Must be the moon |
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Must be the . . . |
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Kissing in the cab on the way back across the bridge |
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She said, "Love is love but a **** is what it is" |
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"And what's that?" She must have read my mind |
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She looked in to my eyes and she said, "A good time" |
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She kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch |
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She kissed me as I fumbled with the key in the front door |
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One time, two times, three times, four |
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But really, who was keeping score? |
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We did it on the bed and we did it on the floor |
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But I was surprised when I got the cold shoulder the next morning |
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She said, "You just got me hot, I finished off while you were snoring" |
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Sometimes it's just one of those nights |
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Ain't you never had it happen to you? |
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Then you go home too soon, go home too soon |
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You could blame it on the music |
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But it wouldn't be right |
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Because I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes |
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Must be the moonlight |
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Must be the moonlight |
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Must be the moonlight |
