Beer Left In the Fridge
We can fight like holy demons
And in the end, nobody won
You ain't telling me we're over
I'll tell you when we're done
Just because we fight a bit
We argue and we cuss
I ain't set to call us done
There's time still left in us
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
Sure, I done my cheating
But I kept my fingers crossed
I know that if I kept in on
My ring would not be lost
So I go and party
But I always come back home
It may take me a couple days
But, I know where I belong
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
We always talk it over
Once they let me out of jail
I know that you still love me
Or you'd not have paid my bail
There's time for us to make up
And there's time for us to fight
So, three more beer or so
And we'll see which will be tonight
I ain't going nowhere
I ain't jumpin' off that ridge
I ain't movin' out on you
While there's beer left in the fridge
I'll tell you when we're finished
Though we argue just a smidge
I ain't going nowhere
While there's beer left in the fridge
Copyright © Roger Turner | Year Posted 2018
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