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Heads turnin' the minute she's working her way across the floor.
low cuts painted on tan legs swayin' like you aint seen before.
It drives me crayz, baby, when you're hangin' on his arm.
And don't you think you're way too good at plain' with my heart.
Well come 3 am, you'll be at my door.
You'll spend the night, just like the night before.
When the lights come on, it'll be like yesterday, and it won't matter anyway.
Another shot of whiskey when the sweet burn hits me see you out there shootin' pool.
And I know you're not about him, you just like to see me drownin', so I just play it cool.
Cauz I know later on you'll lay your head on my pillow.
I lay waiting for the day we tell eachother no.
It won't matter anyway.