| I knew you would be here and she’d be with you
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| Want to see what shes doing that I couldn’t do
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| Is she prettier than me does she laugh at your jokes
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| Does she order you drink does she light up your smokes
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| Is she all over you or does she play hard to get
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| Can she beat you at pool is her hair brown or red
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| Is she sippin' on martinis or drinkin' a beer
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| I gotta know what she’s like
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| That’s what I’m doing here
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| I didn’t come to get drunk
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| Didn’t come to get high
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| But when I see you with her
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| Well hell I just might
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| Does she light up the jukebox with Waylon or Hank
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| Does she stare at her phone does she care what I think
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| Is she trying to hide a butterfly tattoo
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| Is she wearing high heels or old cowboy boots
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| Does she wear too much makeup or not quite enough
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| If I really knew her would I hate her this much
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| Do you lean in close and whisper in her ear
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| I gotta see for myself
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| That’s what I’m doing here
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| I didn’t come to get drunk
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| Didn’t come to get high
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| But when I see you with her
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| Well hell I just might
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| It’s last call for losers but whose keeping score |
| You put your arm around her and walk out the door
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| I guess I’m finding out how you really feel
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| You ain’t that good at faking so it must be for real
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| I didn’t come to get drunk
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| Didn’t come to get high
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| But when I see you with her
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| Well hell I just might
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| Shoot one more shot order a beer
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| To forget about you
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| That’s what I’m doing here |