Pants

First Date

You’ve been thinkin’
Well, I’ve been drinkin’
Just different means to the same end

You’ve be wonderin’
And I’ve been stumblin’
I shot myself in my damn foot again

Let’s get out of here
And get it on
And not be blinded by that desert sun

Let’s suck it in
Commit every sin while we’re on the run

Your funny faces
And all these chasers
Have got me drowning three feet from your shore

My harmless passes
And these empty glasses
Have got you scraping me up off the floor

To get out of here
And get it on
And not be blinded by that desert sun

Let’s suck it in
Commit every sin while we’re on the run

To those wide open highways
And those two tone-colored skys
They call our names and they’ll get what came for
One last drink ‘fore we slip out the back door

I’ve been wonderin’
Cuz now you’re stumblin’
I guess you’re finally comin’ ’round to me

We’ve been drinking
Too much for thinking
Well vice versa, baby, c’est le vie

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