if it weren’t for alcohol I wouldn’t dance at all ass planted on the wall from doors to last call
walk in and see a sea of cloth and skin head to the bar, wet my lips before I wade in shrug off a slew of men and some women I couldn’t dance with them in the condition I’m in
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my car keys leave my hand and end up in the pocket on the better half of my better half too drunk to drive, drunk enough to have fun I’d rather sway my shoulder than to swerve into one
if it weren’t for alcohol I wouldn’t dance at all / I wouldn’t dance I wouldn’t ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / I wouldn’t dance I wouldn’t
rum and coke one, not having fun rum and coke two, starting to move rum and coke three replaced by rum shots drinks four, five, six, seven and I’m ready to rock
if it weren’t for alcohol I wouldn’t dance at all / I wouldn’t dance I wouldn’t ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / I wouldn’t dance I wouldn’t if it weren’t for alcohol I wouldn’t dance at all / I really think I shouldn’t ass planted on the wall from doors to last call / below .08 I couldn’t **hold me closer tipsy dancer**