Bumpin Uglies - Morning after
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Abmorning after waking up to see
that Cmshes lying in bed right next to me
with Aban empty bottle of c and c
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oh my god what a night of debauchery
there's a Abthin line between haFmste and action
a thin lCine between obsession Gand passion
Bbmbut i walk the line cause Abaint no time to waste
Bbmemotionally drive i've goAbt a dream to chase Eb
Abbut nobody ever said you've gotta walk it alone
Cevery man deserves a pretty girl at home
Abwith the love that she supplys you share the highs and the lows
when you look into her eyes she just smiles and it shows
you get weak knees when she comes around
you cant speak free cause of how you think it sounds
butterflies creeping up into your chest
and the whiskey logic has you thinking you should confess
but there's a thin line between haste and action
so just sit back and enjoy the chain reaction
you can't force a moment can't create the devine
but if you wait patiently it's just something you'll find
chorus
there was a bottle of wine, a case of beer
90 minutes flat we made it disappear
we had a couple of laughs she had a look in her eye
i had a couple of thoughts as to the reason why
it was summer time and we were living in ease
on an overcast night with an underblown breeze
there aint ever been a sight quite as pretty to me
as a brown eyed flower child drinking straight whiskey
there was liquid courage running through my veins
and we went bar to bar running thought the rain
the kind of love that drives a man insane
an oasis of bliss in a sea of pain
but theres a thing line between haste and action
and now im crossing lines in search of satisfaction
truth of the matter its as simple as this
happiness can't exist unless you take a little risk
last call the destroyer of dreams
we were making a scene they had to ask us to leave
so we took it paste what we once concieved
with a moonlit walk along an empty street
and she looked at me with a close lipped smile
and said shes not going home tonight
my reply, quite simply put:
will you still love me in mornings light?