| One more time
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| I told her I would meet her even though I said I’d stop
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| And it’s out of line
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| These Irish Margaritas bring me right back to the start
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| And I’d say
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| One more drink and I might tell you all my secrets
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| And I’m pretty good at keeping them alive
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| One more drink and I might bite you on the shoulder
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| While I hold you in the parking lot until the sun goes down
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| I could take you higher
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| But I can’t take you home
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| You’re a tough desire
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| You may be all I needed but it’s not like we’re alone
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| It’s getting late
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| But it’s hard to justify keeping my hands off of the phone
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| I concentrate
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| Trying to remind myself why we just don’t belong
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| And I’d say
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| One more drink and I might show up at your doorstep
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| Knowing full and well the probability that he’s inside
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| One more drink and I might tap you on the shoulder
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| Tell you, «Babe you know it’s over»
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| And I know that that’s a lie
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| I could take you higher
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| But I can’t take you home
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| You’re a tough desire
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| You may be all I needed but it’s not like we’re alone
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| I could take you higher
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| But I think I should go
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| You’re a tough desire
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| You may be all I needed but it’s hard to let it go
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| I could take you higher
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| But I think I should go
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| I could take you higher
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| I could take you higher
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| I could take you higher
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| But I think I should go |