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Jukebox playing my favorite song Bartender pouring 'em up strong Cutting up and carrying on Kinda night I been waitin' on all week long Shuttin' it down, paintin' the town Was how I wanted this to end But your want-me-back eyes, get-me-back smile Had to come walking in Damn you Knew right where I'd be tonight And what time that tequila would be nothing but ice I'd have a buzz, be missing your touch And feel a little lonely Damn you For wearing my favorite faded out jeans Got a slick-talking tongue like a young James Dean I fall back in and here we are again Doing what we do Damn you It was one-two step round on the dance floor Wasn't long before we slipped out the side door Kissing me, bent seat in your old Ford Pedal down to your house Oh Lord, I was moving on Just getting gone, but I'm back to square one again Damn you Knew right where I'd be tonight And what time that tequila would be nothing but ice I'd have a buzz, be missing your touch And feel a little lonely Damn you For wearing my favorite faded out jeans Got a slick-talking tongue like a young James Dean I fall back in and here we are again Doing what we do Damn you Yeah, damn you For showing back up 'Cause I can't turn you down Hell, I can hardly breathe when you're looking at me Like you're looking right now Damn you Knew right where I'd be tonight And what time that tequila would be nothing but ice I'd have a buzz, be missing your touch And feel a little lonely Damn you For wearing my favorite faded out jeans Got a slick-talking tongue like a young James Dean I fall back in and here we are again Doing what we do Damn you Damn you Damn you
Writer(s): William L. Bundy, Ella Langley, Joybeth Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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