Midnight Swagger

There's a girl in the corner and a man in a chair.

Swapping looks over bourbon and bitch beer pretending they don't care.

He's got a brand new hat, she's got a low cut top.

They're a match made in whiskey heaven, looks like she's getting cut off.

When you've got that...



Midnight swagger and I know you'd rather be somewhere with someone else burning through a bottle. Boozing full throttle.


Now its four in the morning and he can't find his keys.

Hope to hell he can find them with the lights off as she's pretending to sleep.

So he hops in his drop top and he sparks up a J.

Screws the fresh pot and lights up a cigarette, another damn fine day.

To work off that

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