last call for alcohol
it looks like the end for lovers when,
sobers no longer cool
and the Jaeger's never full
i want you off this table
to the floor of my apartment
trust me, I'm better in bed
than this second rate conversation
your voice says no, no
but your body says whoa, whoa
so do you really want
to be caught up in this chorus
when we're back to the verse?
underneath the power lines,
we swore it wouldn't be the last time.
these words are just a line, but this world is ours
and we're singing for another sign
so your soul is slowly swamped
to tell you the truth it's such a turn on
you know, if only you'd let go
and make a move
your voice says no, no
but your body says whoa, whoa
so do you really want
to be caught up in this chorus
when this could be well rehearsed?
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