(Verse)
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I request nothing more
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Than your milk white hand
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And a word out of east shore
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A few friends at the bar.
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(Chorus)
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I can feel the liquor alcohol
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This is my first glass of wine
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Speaking so softly now
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And it looks like you on the eveningtime,
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The eveningtime.
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You could be who you chose
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With your fakes on fan
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Make up in your handbag
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In the color in your hair.
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(Chorus)
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I can feel the liquor alcohol
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This is your first glass of wine
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We¡¯re moving so slowly now
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And it looks like you on the eveningtime,
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The eveningtime, the eveningtime,
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The eveningtime, the eveningtime,
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The eveningtime.
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(Bridge)
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And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
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And I can feel the talk all the time.
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Nothing sweet comes for free
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It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.
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And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
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And I can feel the talk all the time.
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Nothing sweet comes for free
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It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.
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And now my heart¡¯s caught on your line
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And I can feel the talk all the time.
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Nothing sweet comes for free
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It¡¯s in element, you¡¯re lesser than me.
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The eveningtime, the eveningtime.
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The Eveningtime
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Night Works |