Don’t tell me, stupid eyes
Sure you see, all her lies
Right there sitting at the table
I’d spit in her face
But she’d leave the place
And it’d embarrass us all
My brain laughs and says I told you
My feet say why you think we’re here
My heart don’t say a thing
It just goes ding, ding, ding
Like that make sense
Yea, like that makes sense
Why burn red, stupid ears
I see you, in the mirror
The bartender wants the order
I’d buy me, pint or two
But I’d probably cut loose
And that’d embarrass us all
Chorus
I try to move, but thank God they do too
Guess I’ll do what I need to do…
Like I got a clue.. chorus
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