Come on bartender!!!!!
Come on bartender
Won't you be more tender
Give me two shots of whiskey
And a beer chaser
Love will be the death of me
I ate all your peanuts
Now I'm barely standing
Just call me a taxi
And prepare me for landing
Ooh, you have got to kick me back out
Into the cold and nasty weather
And maybe if i sober up
I will stop pretending that love is forever
Just call me a taxi
And prepare me for landing
Ooh, you have got to kick me back out
Into the cold and nasty weather
And maybe if i sober up
I will stop pretending that love is forever
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