The Orwells
Southern Comfort
[Verse 1]
Drink by drink, I'm thinkin', thinkin'
Why won't you hang with me this evening?
I can't walk and I can't dance
Give me a smile and then take off your pants
Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror
Girls in the back seat, trunk full of beer
Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs
I'm not that old but I'm getting pretty wise
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[Verse 2]
Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue?
Won't stop sipping 'til we're both numb
Who's that girl in the short black skirt?
Lotta lip gloss and a tight white shirt
Hand down my pants, hands on my glass
Got to the bottom of the bottle, but I still can't dance
Life is better with a handful of ass
Badass shades and a bag full of grass
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