You're Just Drunk

At eight o'clock you walk into your favorite corner bar, You're trading jokes & stories with your friends. You see a short-haired girl, she's sitting, drinking all alone. Remember these few words before you go ask her to dance... You're just drunk, & things ain't what they seem. All the barroom girls forgot to pull on new blue jeans. & All those pictures you're admiring on the wall – There's no Italian masterpiece - just poker playing dogs. Just like those sleeping semi trailers & the old refinery lights, It's funny how they all look good at night. The barmaid calls the last one, so you order one more round. You toss it back, pay your tab & slam that bottle down. The short-haired girl with hungry eyes looks like she wants to go. Please, remember these few words before you try to take her home... You're just drunk, & things ain't what they seem Seems like all the barroom girls are looking good in dirty jeans & The music you were dancing to so slow Well, it ain't fate or destiny just top-ten radio. Just like those sleeping semi trailers & the old refinery lights, It's funny how they all look good at night. You wake up stumbling from your sleep & heading for the door. There's a pounding in your head as you recall the night before. You turn to see that short-haired girl lying in your bed of shame. You walk right up to wake her but you can't recall her name. Aw, cause you get drunk & things ain't what they seem. Seems like all the barroom girls Can't wait to take off those blue jeans, But in the morning with their faces bathed in sun, They'll leave you hurt & wondering how you thought she was the one. Just like those sleeping semi trailers & the old refinery lights, It's funny how they all look good at night.