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LAST SHOT GLASS
V-1
BOTTOM OF THE LAST SHOT GLASS,
WOULD VERY LONG THIS BUZZ LAST.
DOES IT GO WITH YOU,
AS THE NIGHT YOU GET THROUGH.
WHEN THE MORNING COMES,
DID THAT BUZZ GET UP AND RUN.
LEAVING BEHIND,
ONLY BROKEN SUNSHINE.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
V-2
YES, NIGHT ON THE TOWN,
HOW MANY DRINKS WERE FOUND?
OH, WHAT A TIME,
FOGGING UP YOUR MIND.
FROM THE FIRST ONE TRYING TO HELP YOU FORGET,
TO THAT LAST ONE YOU WERE GOING TO GET.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
BRIDGE
DRUNK AS A DOG,
FALLING OFF A LOG.
V-3
THE MORNING IS NOW HERE,
AS THAT HANGOVER AT YOU DOES, TEAR.
NOW, SITTING UP IN BED, LOOKING AT THE TOP OF YOUR NIGHTSTAND,IS IT NOT TO LOOK FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS, THAT WAS IN YOUR HAND.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
BOTTOM OF THE LAST SHOT GLASS,
WOULD VERY LONG THIS BUZZ LAST.
DOES IT GO WITH YOU,
AS THE NIGHT YOU GET THROUGH.
WHEN THE MORNING COMES,
DID THAT BUZZ GET UP AND RUN.
LEAVING BEHIND,
ONLY BROKEN SUNSHINE.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
V-2
YES, NIGHT ON THE TOWN,
HOW MANY DRINKS WERE FOUND?
OH, WHAT A TIME,
FOGGING UP YOUR MIND.
FROM THE FIRST ONE TRYING TO HELP YOU FORGET,
TO THAT LAST ONE YOU WERE GOING TO GET.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
BRIDGE
DRUNK AS A DOG,
FALLING OFF A LOG.
V-3
THE MORNING IS NOW HERE,
AS THAT HANGOVER AT YOU DOES, TEAR.
NOW, SITTING UP IN BED, LOOKING AT THE TOP OF YOUR NIGHTSTAND,IS IT NOT TO LOOK FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS, THAT WAS IN YOUR HAND.
CHORUS
YES, LOOKING FOR THAT LAST SHOT GLASS,
WHY DO YOU FEEL, IT WAS A BLAST?
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
YOU DRINK ONE AFTER ONE,
UNTIL TOGETHER THEY DID RUN.
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