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(johnny vanzant -- robert white johnson -- donnie vanzant -- pat buchanan)
Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five
I've been up all night
Raisin' hell with some friends of mine
I take one good look in the mirror
But only one things gettin' clearer
The way i live, i'm lucky to be alive
There i go lying to myself
Said i wasn't gonna do it
Next thing you know, here i go again
Talked myself right into it
Supposed to be to work an hour ago
When i pass that boss stormin' down the road
Now there's an angel on my shoulder
Thinnkin' she can win me over
Devil's got my number don't you know
There i go lying to myself
Said i wasn't gonna do it
Next thing you know, here i go again
Talked myself right into it
Maybe, maybe have i gone to far this time
Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin' overtime
Nah
There's a knockout georgia peach givin' me the eye
Well if the truth beknown i'm just a little shy
Turns out she wasn't alone
She had a six foot chaperone
But that didn't slow me down
Don't ask me why
There i go lying to myself
Said i wasn't gonna do it
Next thing you know, here i go again
Talked myself right into it
I got no one to blame except myself
I said i wasn't gonna do it
Next thing you know here i go
Talk myself right into it
Talk myself, talk myself right into it
Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it
Said i wasn't gonna do it
Here i go again baby
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