I can see that you haven't recovered
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From the girl who let you down
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You would sell what is left of your soul
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For another go 'round.
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You keep telling yourself she means nothing
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Maybe you should call her bluff
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But if you don't really believe it
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You must not be drinking enough.
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Well, the perfume she wore
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You can buy down at the five and dime
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But on some other woman
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It don't smell the same in your mind.
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You keep telling yourself you can take it
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You tell yourself that you're tough
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But if you still want to hold her
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You must not be drinking enough.
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You're not drinking enough,
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To wash away old memories
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And there ain't enough whiskey in Texas
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To keep you from beggin', please, please, please.
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She passed on your passion, stepped on your pride
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It turns out you ain't quite so tough
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'Cause you still want to hold her
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You must not be drinking enough.
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You heard that grown man don't cry
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You ask yourself why
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'Cause you still want to hold her
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You must not be drinking enough.
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Ay - yi - yi - yi
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Ask yourself why
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You still wanna hold her
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You must no be drinkin' enough
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You're Not Drinking Enough
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| Alan Jackson |
