Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere
She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere
She may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere You may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewhere Pour me hard liquor... She'll be hanging round somewhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
