One, two, three.
Give
me a cigarette to help my head
A pack of some get me throughs
I got you on my breath
It sucks being left
Cause there ain't a thing that I can do
My half-drink tequila still sits on your counter
My spray tan still stuck to your wide-tile shower
And baby,
it's only been 82 hours But who's counting on?
You ain't counting on
Baby, do you reckon you could give me seconds?
Or you stick your hand out of baby blue jeans?
You're two-stepping with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me
So,
don't take your show
out on the road
You'll thank me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven if you did?
Well, *, then give me a second
You seem distracted, deared So would you care
If I tore a page from your playbook And I kick my boots up on the bar
And sip your buddy's beer?
Might press my lips against neck
Like you ain't even here It's been 82 hours
About a million tears But who's counting on?
You ain't counting on Baby,
do you reckon you could give me seconds?
Or you stick your hand out of baby blue jeans?
You're two-stepping with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me
So,
don't take your show out on the road
You'll thank me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven if you did?
Well, *,
then give me a second
Baby,
do you reckon you could give me a second?
Or you stick your hand out of baby blue jeans?
You're two-stepping with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me
So,
don't take your show out on the road
You'll thank me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven if you did?
Well, *,
then give me a second