"Cigarette smoke,
Lipstick on your face...
Woke up in the morning,
Pounding in my head.
Three empty bottles,
No sheets on the bed.
Baby rolled over,
And this is what he said,
He said:
'Babe, I think I love you'.
... Don't know when to say 'when'.
And I'm sinning while I'm winning,
Nights ending but beginning.
Boot on the start line,
Pistol in the air;
'Quila in the glass,
Oh, here I go again!"
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Lipstick on your face...
Woke up in the morning,
Pounding in my head.
Three empty bottles,
No sheets on the bed.
Baby rolled over,
And this is what he said,
He said:
'Babe, I think I love you'.
... Don't know when to say 'when'.
And I'm sinning while I'm winning,
Nights ending but beginning.
Boot on the start line,
Pistol in the air;
'Quila in the glass,
Oh, here I go again!"
Lzzy Hale
Звучи като фолклор... Или като селския "Дневник на прелъстителя".
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