| Give me a drink
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| I need some time to think this over
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| Should I go through that door?
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| I wanna be sure tonight
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| The girls look pale and the liquor is stale and I’m sober
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| The place is packed with brats and infested by rats
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| And I don’t wanna put up a fight
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| On the edge of being jaded
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| But it’s the little things that could have me persuaded
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| So if you play real tight and you’re not too light
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| I might come see you tonight
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| It’s a crack in the wall
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| The guys are way too tall
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| And the ladies make too much noise and I do have a choice tonight
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| I can lay on the couch and refuse to go out
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| But maybe if the band’s not crap and I don’t drink from the tap
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| It really could be out of sight
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| But the dudes — they never give me a break
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| And a can in my head is more than I can take
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| But if you’re not too light and you get it on right
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| I might come see you tonight
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| I’ll come see you tonight
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| If you really get it on all right
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| I’ll come see you tonight
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| If you really get it on
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| So here comes the band — the baddest in the land, oh really
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| Well, see if I care 'bout the clothes that you wear
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| The latest fad ain’t gonna get you nowhere
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| But if you play real tight and you’re not too light
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| I might come see you tonight |