Monday, January 7, 2008

Tequila Legs

I got them Tequila legs again. Please don't leave me alone.
I got them Tequila legs again, I wish I would have just got stoned.
I never knew the floor was so close to my head.
I think tonight the parking lot might be my bed.
I got them tequila legs again, please don't leave me alone, I wish I
would have just got stoned.
I was only gonna do one shot, but the boys keep on egging me, they just
wouldn't stop.
Next thing I know I had five shots, lined up in a row.
Another six and here we go.
I got them Tequila legs again, please don't leave me alone
I got them Tequila legs again I would I would have just got stoned.
© Tom Kight 2007

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