| Song | Gin |
| Artist | Amy Correia |
| Album | Carnival Love |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It happened again late last night | |
| When the moon was on the rise | |
| I was sipping my favorite drink | |
| And I was laughing and joking and flirting with this stranger | |
| Some guy And sometimes | |
| I'm like a stupid little girl | |
| Dressed up in my mama's high heeled shoes | |
| And I'm playing at these grown up games | |
| And I don't even know the rules | |
| And I'm lying to myself | |
| And I'll be lying next to him | |
| Burying my loneliness in this gin | |
| And I'll be flying high again | |
| Band plays some slow number | |
| And the booze is in my head | |
| And these unknown hands caress my back | |
| I'm gonna wake in an unfamiliar bed | |
| When the last song is finished | |
| And the band starts to pack it up | |
| Bartender calls, “ | |
| Come on folks let's finish” | |
| He knows we've had too much | |
| And outside in the parking lot | |
| We're gonna linger ‘til the last car drives away | |
| And I'm thinking | |
| I can love this guy just tonight | |
| Keep my devils all at bay chorus | |
| In the darkness of this room | |
| We can't see each other's eyes | |
| And sweet blindness makes love to me | |
| Approves of my disguise | |
| In the morning not much to say | |
| Words hang heavy in the air | |
| And I quickly throw on my wrinkled dress | |
| Run my fingers through my tangled messed up hair chorus |
| It happened again late last night | |
| When the moon was on the rise | |
| I was sipping my favorite drink | |
| And I was laughing and joking and flirting with this stranger | |
| Some guy And sometimes | |
| I' m like a stupid little girl | |
| Dressed up in my mama' s high heeled shoes | |
| And I' m playing at these grown up games | |
| And I don' t even know the rules | |
| And I' m lying to myself | |
| And I' ll be lying next to him | |
| Burying my loneliness in this gin | |
| And I' ll be flying high again | |
| Band plays some slow number | |
| And the booze is in my head | |
| And these unknown hands caress my back | |
| I' m gonna wake in an unfamiliar bed | |
| When the last song is finished | |
| And the band starts to pack it up | |
| Bartender calls, " | |
| Come on folks let' s finish" | |
| He knows we' ve had too much | |
| And outside in the parking lot | |
| We' re gonna linger ' til the last car drives away | |
| And I' m thinking | |
| I can love this guy just tonight | |
| Keep my devils all at bay chorus | |
| In the darkness of this room | |
| We can' t see each other' s eyes | |
| And sweet blindness makes love to me | |
| Approves of my disguise | |
| In the morning not much to say | |
| Words hang heavy in the air | |
| And I quickly throw on my wrinkled dress | |
| Run my fingers through my tangled messed up hair chorus |
| It happened again late last night | |
| When the moon was on the rise | |
| I was sipping my favorite drink | |
| And I was laughing and joking and flirting with this stranger | |
| Some guy And sometimes | |
| I' m like a stupid little girl | |
| Dressed up in my mama' s high heeled shoes | |
| And I' m playing at these grown up games | |
| And I don' t even know the rules | |
| And I' m lying to myself | |
| And I' ll be lying next to him | |
| Burying my loneliness in this gin | |
| And I' ll be flying high again | |
| Band plays some slow number | |
| And the booze is in my head | |
| And these unknown hands caress my back | |
| I' m gonna wake in an unfamiliar bed | |
| When the last song is finished | |
| And the band starts to pack it up | |
| Bartender calls, " | |
| Come on folks let' s finish" | |
| He knows we' ve had too much | |
| And outside in the parking lot | |
| We' re gonna linger ' til the last car drives away | |
| And I' m thinking | |
| I can love this guy just tonight | |
| Keep my devils all at bay chorus | |
| In the darkness of this room | |
| We can' t see each other' s eyes | |
| And sweet blindness makes love to me | |
| Approves of my disguise | |
| In the morning not much to say | |
| Words hang heavy in the air | |
| And I quickly throw on my wrinkled dress | |
| Run my fingers through my tangled messed up hair chorus |