| Well, she started with a margarita
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| Then she went to straight tequila
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| And before the night was over, oh Her little secret was between us But she laughed, I cried
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| And she said, «I'll be fine.»
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| Now she’s barely walking and I’m thinking
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| Wonder how long she’s been drinking, like this
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| She looks me in the eye and says, «I swear I’m quitting.»
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| I almost believed it Then she cried but she lies
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| 'Cause that’s what she said last Saturday night
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| How am I suppose to help
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| Somebody when they tell you
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| That they don’t need help
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| How am I suppose to reach a soul
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| That doesn’t know they need to save themselves
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| My friend, I’ve done all I can do You’ve got to Help me, help you
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| Oh, I get home from work
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| I turn the TV on The telephone’s a ringing
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| Her little girl is crying
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| Says, «I can’t wake mama up from sleeping.»
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| Well, I burned that road
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| Opened up the door, she says,
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| «Leave me alone.»
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| It’s been 4 years and now I stand
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| In the back of the room
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| She said, «I started with a margarita
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| Then I went to straight tequila.»
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| 12 steps, 4 years, and 27 days
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| And now I stand before you
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| Help me, help you |