if it werenʼt for alcohol I wouldnʼt dance at all ass planted on the wall from doors to last call
walk in and see a sea of cloth and skin head to the bar, wet my lips before I wade in shrug off a slew of men and some women I couldnʼt dance with them in the condition Iʼm in
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my car keys leave my hand and end up in the pocket on the better half of my better half too drunk to drive, drunk enough to have fun Iʼd rather sway my shoulder than to swerve into one
if it werenʼt for alcohol I wouldnʼt dance at all / I wouldnʼt dance I wouldnʼt ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / I wouldnʼt dance I wouldnʼt
rum and coke one, not having fun rum and coke two, starting to move rum and coke three replaced by rum shots drinks four, five, six, seven and Iʼm ready to rock
if it werenʼt for alcohol I wouldnʼt dance at all / I wouldnʼt dance I wouldnʼt ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / I wouldnʼt dance I wouldnʼt if it werenʼt for alcohol I wouldnʼt dance at all / I really think I shouldnʼt ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / below .08 I couldnʼt
**hold me closer tipsy dancer**