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Tell brad pitt, I’m never gonna leave her Yeah I’m looking more handsome with every margarita

I got my work cut out chatting up angelina I think he’s going crazy but he could be going nuts I’ve got my work cut out, drinking margaritas Go hard or go home, quit squeezing my lime I think I’m going crazy but I could be going nutsīeen crying like a baby and talking to myself too much Well I lost it in a fight between myself and me It's a tongue in cheek look at the inner battle with one’s mischievous alter ego who loves the booze. This is about drinking again (mmm, bit of a theme going here), tequila this time. (© 2016 John Harley Weston, Susan Higgins & Sandy Jones, All Rights Reserved) Oh I’ve been making such as fool of myself I lie still and the silence surrounds me but I hear every word Is this as good as it gets, will I ever know The room spins and I’m feeling sick, sick to death of it all I’ll get in another swallow, then another, and another, and anotherīack home there’s nothing to drink and I stare at the walls I’d never seen such a beautiful face smiling back at meīut now I’m watching as she leaves in someone else’s company I twist the cap off a beer and I pour it in to the past Last call for more alcohol, one more for the roadīarman says he’s been there before, make this your last This is as good as it gets, one more and I'll go Set in a pub/bar this song is about losing your loved one to someone else and drowning your sorrows in alcohol, or perhaps it's the other way around. (© 2016 John Harley Weston, Indy Clark & Sandy Jones, All Rights Reserved)