spill your drink on her dress
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you see her face she's not impressed
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and i think and i guess
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that you've had a few to many
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go to the bathroom only to find
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the door is locked and it's occupied
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you spill your guts all over the place
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i think you've had one to many
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i think i've had one too few
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i think you'll find
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that the room is spinning
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and i think i'll have a laugh on you
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your distorted vision and your sweaty palms
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isn't helping you keep calm
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records are spinning they don't seem to quit
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your girlfriend is screaming she's having a fit
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broken a window fell off your chair
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the gum you were chewin' is now in your hair
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you run to the back to get some fresh air
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thinking to yourself life ain't fair
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an empty bottle on the floor
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your passed out cold buy you want some more
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you try to speak but your mouth is numb
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too much drinking is what you're done
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Few Too Many
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| Buck-O-Nine |
