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I like to people-watch. Idea for the song came to me during a party one night. |
i'm talkin' bout the girl with the voice like bourbon trying too hard for easy attention but if she's lookin' my way then i might as well stay and see what becomes of it i'm talkin' bout the girl with the kiss like brandy acting too cute to be taken as genuine but if i'm saying things that i can't explain i won't be ashamed about it and her lips taste of cigarettes strawberry, and drunk regrets skin glazed with chamomile and raw sex appeal fuel the fire dancing in her eyes and don't blame yourself when you know she wants to hear the lies drinking way too fast and bet your ass she knows it it's not her style to be taking her time but if she's acting in ways against her grain i won't think anything of it she's got a tongue that speaks of liquor and fantasies and a touch that keeps me drunk for hours but if morning comes and it's 'what have i done?' i'll pack it up and smile about and my head hurts something awful as always mouth dry, red eyes hiding from sunrays not my bed and it's later than it should be leave quiet, don't wake the girl i know will stumble back to me i know she's coming back to me yeah she's coming back to me |