| I used to spend my evenings out on some old bar stool
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| And drink until we shut that whole place down, yeah
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| 'Cause nothing beat that feeling of some buddies and a bottle
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| But when I met you I knew I was wrong
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| You’re my happy hour
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| You’re my whiskey sour
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| You’re my double shotted kisses
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| Right when I get home from work
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| Kiss an open bar
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| So climb in these open arms
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| You give me everything I need
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| Yeah I’m buzzing just because
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| You’re my happy hour
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| It’s five o' clock somewhere
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| When I see you in that t-shirt
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| And girl you make me loco like tequila
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| It only takes one sip to see you’re sweeter than sangria
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| I don’t know how I ever went this long without ya
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| You’re my happy hour
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| You’re my whiskey sour
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| You’re my double shotted kisses
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| Right when I get home from work
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| Kiss an open bar
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| So climb in these open arms
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| You give me everything I need
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| Yeah I’m buzzing just because
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| You’re my happy hour
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| I just wanna stay home and drink all of you
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| 'Cause nothing makes me feel like you do
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| 'Cause you’re my happy hour
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| You’re my happy hour, baby, oh yeah
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| Kiss an open bar
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| So climb in these open arms
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| You give me everything I need
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| Yeah I’m buzzing just because
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| You’re my happy hour
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| You’re my happy hour, baby, aw yeah
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| You’re my happy hour, keep me close, keep me close
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| You’re my happy hour, baby, aw yeah |