| You’re at a booth in the corner, over my shoulder, I saw you when you first
|
| walked in
|
| I might have said «Hi» if that one-night type hadn’t started circlin'
|
| He’s in an Auburn cap but you got crimson on
|
| He’s talking way too loud, tryin' to make you laugh
|
| Comin' on way too strong, it’s all wrong
|
| You ain’t a shot of Jäger from a stranger at a dive bar
|
| His hands all on your body on the dance floor
|
| Try’n first kiss you up against the wall
|
| I know you better than that
|
| It ain’t the move, ain’t whatyou do
|
| He don’t know the first thing about you
|
| I know you better than that
|
| Yeah, I know you better than that
|
| You’re a Tanqueray in tonic, when your song comes on it
|
| Makes you wanna sing along
|
| You’re a talk all night and if you play your cards right
|
| A text when you get back home
|
| You ain’t a shot of Jäger from a strangr at a dive bar
|
| His hands all on your body on the dance floor
|
| Try’n first kiss you up against th wall
|
| I know you better than that
|
| It ain’t the move, ain’t what you do
|
| He don’t know the first thing about you
|
| I know you better than that
|
| Yeah, I know you better than that |