| Place is packed, having a blast.
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| Take a sip, leave a tip, get to throwing them back.
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| Nothing but a few beers, on my mind.
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| Then the door swings open, I looked left.
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| You in that red dress, dagger through my chest.
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| There goes my good time
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| Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?
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| A little spot I can hide, where the neon
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| Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.
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| All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.
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| Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.
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| Where’s a corner booth when I need one?
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| It’d just make it worse, if you knew it hurt
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| And seen me sneaking out the backdoor now.
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| Looks like I’ll be hanging around.
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| I try not to stare, or wonder if you care.
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| Hell, I don’t even know if you know I’m here.
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| Or that I’m dodging you through the crowd.
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| Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?
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| A little spot I can hide, where the neon
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| Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.
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| All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.
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| Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.
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| Where’s a corner booth when I need one?
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| Maybe one in the back with the sear torn,
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| Where the smokes so thick you can’t even see the dancefloor.
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| Cause, I know you’re on the dancefloor baby.
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| Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?
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| A little spot I can hide, where the neon
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| Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.
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| All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.
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| Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.
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| I just wanna forget everything we done.
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| Where’s a corner booth when I need one?
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| When I need one. |