Seven p.
and I know you're out with friends and by eight o'clock you'll be on your second drink by nine you'll be flirtin' with a girl who's a ten and by eleven, you'll be too drunk to think.
But if you could love me like you love your whiskey, maybe we'd be fine.
If you could hold me like you hold Jack Daniels, I might come back this time.
Maybe if you were a better man, or I was strong red wine, it might be worth a shot.
No matter how you serve it up, it's not.
By twelve you'll be singin' some old Johnny Cash song.
And by one, it'll be at the top of your lungs.
By two, you'll be lookin' for a cab.
And at three, that'd when you'll call me.
But if you could love me like you love your whiskey, made we'd be fine.
If you could hold me like you hold Jack Daniels, I might come back this time.
Maybe if you were a better man, or I was strong red wine, it might be worth a shot.
No matter how you serve it up, it's not.
You say baby, baby, baby, I think I'm lonely.
You're saying baby, baby, baby, can i come home?
You say baby, baby, baby, if you had only told me...
But if you could love me like you love your whiskey, maybe we'd be fine.
If you could hold me like you hold Jack Daniels, I might come back this time.
Maybe if you were a better man, or I was strong red wine, it might be worth a shot.
No matter how you serve it up, it's not.
Oh no matter how you serve it up, it's not.

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