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Give me a cigarette to help my head
A pack of some get-me-throughs
I got you on my breath, it sucks being left
'Cause there ain't a thing that I can do
My half-drank tequila still sits on your counter
My spray tan still stuck to your white tile shower
And, baby, it's only been eighty-two hours
But who's counting 'em?
You ain't counting 'em
Baby, do you reckon you could give me a second
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
Give me a cigarette to help my head
A pack of some get-me-throughs
I got you on my breath, it sucks being left
'Cause there ain't a thing that I can do
My half-drank tequila still sits on your counter
My spray tan still stuck to your white tile shower
And, baby, it's only been eighty-two hours
But who's counting 'em?
You ain't counting 'em
Baby, do you reckon you could give me a second
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You're two-steppin' with your second best
When it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You'll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, well shit, then give me a second
You seem distracted, dear
So would you care if I tore a page from your playbook?
And I kick my boots up on the bar and sip your buddy's beer
And I press my lips against his neck like you ain't even here
It's been eighty-two hours, about a million tears
But who's counting 'em?
You ain't counting 'em
When it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You'll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, well shit, then give me a second
You seem distracted, dear
So would you care if I tore a page from your playbook?
And I kick my boots up on the bar and sip your buddy's beer
And I press my lips against his neck like you ain't even here
It's been eighty-two hours, about a million tears
But who's counting 'em?
You ain't counting 'em
Baby, do you reckon you could give me a second
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You're two-steppin' with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You'll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, well shit, then give me a second
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Baby, do you reckon you could give me a second
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans? (Jeans)
You're two-steppin' with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so (Me)
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans?
You're two-steppin' with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so
Go take your show out on the road
You'll think of me when you get home
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, well shit, then give me a second
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
(Yeah)
(Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
Baby, do you reckon you could give me a second
Before you stick your hands down her baby blue jeans? (Jeans)
You're two-steppin' with your second best
And it's obvious that it's all for me, so (Me)
Go take your show out on the road (Road)
You'll think of me when you get home (You get home)
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, (ooh), well shit, then give me a second
You'll think of me when you get home (You get home)
But do you reckon that you found your heaven?
If you did, (ooh), well shit, then give me a second
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