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Hello. What's your name?
Where ya been all my life?
Just playin', just sayin'
We should probably get a couple more drinks, and we can

Write our names up on a Lincoln, tape it up on the wall
And if you get to catchin' feelings, baby, it ain't your fault

You can blame it on the salt sittin' on the rim
Blame it on a song, blame it on him
For breakin' your heart, bringin' you here
To this bar stool, and it's all cool
'Cause we got all night to get it all right
And there ain't nothing wrong
If we blame it on the salt

So let's dance to the band
We're the last two gypsies in this room
Spin you 'round, drop your phone
Spill my drink right next to a neon moon

So sexy and so smooth, the way you laughed it off
What do you say we have a few more? And if we get too gone

We can blame it on the salt sittin' on the rim
Blame it on a song, blame it on him
For breakin' your heart, bringin' you here
To this bar stool, and it's all cool
'Cause we got all night to get it all right
And there ain't nothing wrong
If we blame it on the salt

We got all the time in the world to fall
But one more round 'fore they shut it down, so baby, before last call

We can blame it on the salt sittin' on the rim
Blame it on a song, blame it on him
For breakin' your heart, bringin' you here
To this bar stool, and it's all cool
'Cause we got all night to get it all right
And there ain't nothing wrong
If we blame it on the salt

Blame it on the salt
Blame it on the salt

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