Southern Comfort

Drink by drink, I'm thinkin', thinkin'

Why won't you hang with me this evening?

I can't walk and I can't dance

Give me a smile and then take off your pants

Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror

Girls in the back seat, trunk full of beer

Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs

I'm not that old but I'm getting pretty wise

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Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?

Won't stop sipping 'til we're both numb

Who's that girl in the short black skirt?

Lotta lip gloss and a tight white shirt

Hand down my pants, hands on my glass

Got to the bottom of the bottle, but I still can't dance

Life is better with a handful of ass

Badass shades and a bag full of grass

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