There's a girl in the corner and a man in a chair
Swapping looks over bourbon and b**h beer pretending they don't care
He's got a brand new hat, she's got a low cut top
They're a match made in whiskey heaven, looks like she's getting cut off
When you've got that
Midnight swagger and I know you'd rather be somewhere with someone else burning through a bottle. Boozing full throttle
Now its four in the morning and he can't find his keys
Hope to hell he can find them with the lights off as she's pretending to sleep
So he hops in his drop top and he sparks up a J
Screws the fresh pot and lights up a cigarette, another damn fine day
To work off that
Midnight swagger and I know you'd rather be somewhere with someone else burning through a bottle. Boozing full throttle