St. James & the - Thirsday lyrics

Live in a blue house About a hundred years old Dream about brick walls Tasteful but opulent I drive a rusted Rolls-Royce She hates the bumpy roads So, about all the roads We go out every night Drink, dance, drive, repeat And fit a few girls in the backseat Lights hang down from the bar and bedroom windows Whiskey words hold all my graces I wrote this song after a couple And the couple have my faces Thirsty thursdays, tuesdays, somedays Try so damn hard to make it I'll sing this song after a couple If she tries me, if she fakes it Sleep on a small bed Myself a hundred nights Wake up in strange denial Lips to lips so recent It's an orange, blood-red sunset Order up something stronger Something new for you Covered eyes with make-up laughter We're crying alone together It's a good look Lights hang down from the bar and bedroom windows Whiskey words hold all my graces I sang this song after a couple And the couple have my faces Thirsty thursdays, tuesdays, somedays Try too damn hard to make it I'll write this song after a couple If she tries me, if she makes it