Champagne drunk, tomorrow is out of luck When the celebrations come to an end When the party's over, Sunday morning wakes up sober Begs for me to start up again I'm whiskey drunk in the Shop Rite parking lot I'm waiting while Anna buys milk and eggs Sometimes I wonder why she hasn't found another One that her girlfriends would recommend
Our worst fights are when we get silent Just a disappointed you shaking your head When the cards and flowers don't work I sleep on the couch when I'm a jerk What's gotta give, what's gotta give
'Cause I know what you're thinking That I can't stop drinking Every time you try and ask me to I just throw a fit and storm out of the room 'Cause I know what you're thinking
I'm cheap beer drunk in a bar off Passyunk I'll be here until the lights come up again Feel free to join me if you're bored or feeling lonely I could sure use the company I miss you so much when I was your drunk lush You knew me so well, I knew you half as well Love's a cruel, cruel joke When the tools in the shed can't fix what's broke So you leave it broke
'Cause I know what you're thinking That I can't stop drinking Every time you try and ask me to I just throw a fit and storm out of the room 'Cause I know what you're thinkingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
