Running into you like this without warning is like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning But I'll try, I'll try to keep my food down That's quite an after-taste that you've left now that you're not around You can just pretend we're not in the same room Well, alright, I'll just mosey to the bathroom You flew by like a summer vacation And you left me with TV-movies and a messy kitchen I think I'll disappear now, slip out sideways Just for awhile - but until then I'll stay in and sleep late, excuse me I'll buy a fast car, I'll drive fast from here There's a beach I haven't seen since last year - It's far, but I like night drives: It just makes it nicer when I do arrive Aren't you going to miss me? Aren't you going to even say one thing to me anymore? Well, you can bet that I'll forget how it was then: All the drives to your farm for the weekend But I've seen the swimsuit magazines And I've smelled tequila first thing in the morning....
Compositor: Bradley Kenneth Roberts ECAD: Obra #13471215