12 Shots of Tequila
Six pieces of lime
Six shots of Tequila
Usually does it just fine
Six usually does it
But, pour out that salt
Cut some more lime
He wants another six
Just this one time
He's drowning his sorrows
Or so he says
Tomorrow mornin'
He'll forget all the
Stupid things that he said
It's somethin' he's done
Many times before
Moanin' the loss
Of his sweet Elenore
She was a real beauty
She outclassed him
Smart as a tack
Saw right through him
He was as shallow as a puddle
And wasn't too smart
She simply walked away
To get a new start
Twelve shots of Tequila
It's somethin' he's done
Many times before
Always moanin' the loss
Of his sweet Elenore
Never will see her
She is no more
She finally saw him
as nothing but a drunk
A bar stool fool
Whose act was tired
And not too cool
Left him with his shots,
Salt and lime
Left him for good,
No comin' back that time
She was outspoken
And had plenty of brass
She said what she thought
Thought he was a drunk
And really, really crass
Thought she'd look for someone
With a lot more class
Copyright 2025 Peter W Iversen
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