| I was drinkin' whiskey, you was drinkin' red
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| Drinkin' like that, you know how the night’ll end, shit
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| Screen door slams, brown eyed stare
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| Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air
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| Go and ring the bell, aw, it’s on again
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| Here we go
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| Why ya gotta go out like that?
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| Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
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| Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
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| Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
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| Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
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| Drank it all away until the sun came up
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| Made a little love when we hit the sack
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| Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
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| Now I’m sittin' out here just smokin' on a cigarette, yeah
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| Thinkin' there’s maybe, baby, somethin' that I coulda, woulda, shoulda said
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| (I love you, that’s right)
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| To stop that screen door slam, brown eyed stare
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| Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air
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| Well, why ya gotta go out like that?
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| Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
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| Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
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| Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
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| Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
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| Drank it all away until the sun came up
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| Made a little love when we hit the sack
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| Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
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| I said some things, yeah
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| Ah, baby
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| Why ya gotta go out like that?
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| Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
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| Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
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| Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
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| Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
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| Drank it all away until the sun came up
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| Made a little love when we hit the sack
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| Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
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| (Bye-bye, yeah)
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| Damn
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| (See you in the morning)
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| That’s a barn burner, ouch
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| (I'll be on the couch
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| Burning cigarettes
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| Whiskey bottles, oops
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| Tom Petty cassette tapes, my bad
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| Tom Petty cassette tapes
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| Hungover, hungover
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| I’m sorry, I’m sorry) |