The Www Hotel
Ah hell, not again, not the
WWW hotel
Asking, Where am I, what
happened, who are you?
Hung over, confused, and
feeling like hell
Cant find my top or one of my
shoes
There's a bottle of Quervo
upside down in the sink
Looks like we swallowed each
drop
Lord I could sure use me a
pick me up drink
Then maybe the spinning
would stop.
Last night was monday and
that's just not right
In fact some folks would call it
a shame
To be leg-less and sideways on
amateur night
With no one but my own self
to blame
I could blame it on Waylon and
Willie
Singing songs about a good
hearted woman
But the truth is I was just
feeling silly
By proving I could still rope me
a young one.
But I figure I better get on
outta here
Because I don't know that I
can explain
How my top ended up on a
fake chandelier
Or that I'm not really sure of
his name.
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