| Hennesy, I’ma need this liquid courage, all of it
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| My sentiments, sentiments sat out at the bar
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| Fall out I’ma kiss goodbye my worries, all of 'em
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| But then I started seeing the stars
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| This sad, sad, wait and learn how
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| Skirt is too short, I got my curves out
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| I’ma little too late so call the last round
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| I get all dressed up
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| To go ahead and let myself down
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| So you could just hold me like my dress, skin tight
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| We could pretend it’s a Saturday night
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| And it’s alright, it’s alright
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| So tell me who’s next up
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| To come on here and waist my time
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| So you could just hold me like my dress, skin tight
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| But we pretend it’s a Saturday night
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| And it’s alright, it’s alright
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| I’ma 'bout to tell you you’re funny
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| Oh, honey, oh no
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| I’m drinking, I’m drinking
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| I’m loving the lie
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| I don’t care if you don’t call
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| And If you don’t want me
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| You’re lucky you can try
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| You won’t see the real me when you look at my eyes
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| This sad, sad wait and learn how
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| Skirt is too short, I got my curves out
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| I’ma lil' too late so call the last round
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| I get all dressed up
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| To go ahead and let myself down
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| So you could just hold me like my dress, skin tight
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| We could pretend this is Saturday night
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| And it’s alright, it’s alright
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| So tell me who’s next up
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| To come on here and waist my time
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| So you could just hold me like my dress, skin tight
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| But pretend it’s a Saturday night
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| And it’s alright, it’s alright
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| Almost going slow motion
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| Think that I should maybe take a love potion
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| If I put it in my drink, would you sip some?
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| Take a lttle sip and you should see what I become
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| This ain’t love I’m hoping
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| Hoping we can find something more
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| Feels better when it means something
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| Yeah, I just wanna feel something
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| So I get all dressed up
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| To go ahead and let myself down
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| And how 'bout hold me like my dress, skin tight?
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| Like the dress that I wear on a Saturday night
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| It’s a Tuesday, but I won’t tell if you don’t
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| So tell me who’s next up
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| To come on here and waist my time
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| So you could just hold me like my dress, skin tight
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| But pretend it’s a Saturday night
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| And it’s alright, it’s alright |