This time you went just a little too far
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Now I don't mind picking you up from some bar
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And I'm used to dealing with the ways of most men
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But I won't come and get you from the jailhouse again
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Now I've sat and watched men fall drunk on the floor
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Just like my mother and her ma before
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And I was sixteen before I realised that men could walk upright
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And open their eyes
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Gin, whisky, don't bother me none
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But you're so darn proud of the things that you've done
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If you're such a man with such sorrows to drown
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Well how come there's always some girl picks you up when you fall
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down?
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So you go on home and get your guitar
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Write some more songs about draining the bar
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And if I'm so wise, why don't I show you the door?
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Cause you make me laugh
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And maybe that's what God made men for
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Draining The Bar
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| Everything But The Girl |
