Southern Comfort Lyrics & Chords By The Orwells
Drink by drink, I think, I'm thinkin'
Why not hang with me this weekend?
And I can't walk and I can't dance
Give me a smile and then take off your pants
Saw her eyes in the rearview mirror
Girls in the backseat, trunk's full of beer
Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs
I'm not that old but I'm gettin' really wise
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?
Won't stop sipping till we're both numb
Lose that girl with the short black skirt
Why the lip gloss and the tight white shirt?
Hand down my pants, hands on my glass
Got to the bottom of the bottle, but I still can't dance
Like this brother with the hand full of ass
Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
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