She's getting hammered
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On Alabama slammers
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3 drinks ago no
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He wouldn't stand a chance.
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He's sipping the whiskey
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Feeling confident and frisky
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Writes "Slow Hand" on a twenty
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and slips it to the band.
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By the end of the first verse, they're out on the floor
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By the end of the song, they're out the door
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Spirits are up, inhibitions are down
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Same story's unfolding all over town
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From the barroom to the bedroom
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The path's weathered and worn
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This is how illegitimate children are born
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So it's his place or hers?
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Whichever comes first.
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They're all the way to second base
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in the back of a cab
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It's hard to resist that liquor of lust
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And it's easy to think it might be love
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When spirits are up, inhibitions are down
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Same story's unfolding all over town
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From the barroom to the bedroom
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The path's weathered and worn
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This is how illegitimate children are born
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Strangers and slow songs
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Bar stools and back seats
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Lead to bottles and babies
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Ask cabbies and barkeeps
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When spirits are up, inhibitions are down
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Same story's unfolding all over town
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From the barroom to the bedroom
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The path's weathered and worn
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This is how illegitimate children are born
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Yeah this is how illegitimate children are born
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Illegitimate Children
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| Brandy Clark |
