The Orwells - Southern comfort

^DDrink by drink, ^AI think, I'm thinkin' ^GWhy don't you hang with me this week-end? ^DI can't walk ^Aand I can't dance ^GGive me a smile and then take off your pants

^DSaw her eyes in the ^Arear-view mirror ^GGirls in the back seat, trunk full of beer ^DEyes on the prize, ^Aeyes on her thighs ^GI'm not that old, but I'm gettin' pretty wise

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^DCoke and rum, can I ^Ataste your tongue? ^GWon't stop sipping till we're both numb ^DWho's that girl in the ^Ashort black skirt ^GLot of lip gloss and the tight white shirt?

^DHand down my pants, ^Ahands on my glass ^GGot to the bottom of the barrel, but I still can't ^Ddance ^DLife is better with a ^Ahand full of ass ^GBad ass shades and a bag full of grass

^DAaaahhh ^AAaaahhh ^GAaaahhh ^DAaaahhh ^AAaaahhh ^GAaaahhh