You're like the last drag of a cigarette,
I don't want too,
but ill take the hit,
I'll have another hit
I'll pretend I'm not addicted to it
As the bud starts to glow
The lights come on that's how you know
Everyone's eyes scam the room
To see who they will take home
O-h-h, in the morning my head is gonna pound
Thanks to the bartender
Who poured me one more round
I stumbled thru my front door
As my clothes scatter the f-l-o-o-r
My heels come off one by one, oh goodness baby, I'm coming undone
I guess sobriety is over rated
Cuz I am so inebriated
As I collect my self and my mind
I wonder how the hell
He can always do right
I will get home at the rise of the sound
What a typical night with Jameson
O-h-h, in the morning my head is gonna pound
Thanks to the bartender
Who poured me one more round
I stumbled thru my front door
As my clothes scatter the f-l-o-o-r
My heels come off one by one
Oh goodness baby, I'm coming undone
My visions blurred
As I look around
I am waking up too the sound
My alarm is screaming
And my mind is erased
I see my things all over the place
Lord this happens every time
Like I know it will again tonight
Ohh, in the morning my head is gonna pound
Thanks to the bartender
Who poured me one more round
I stumbled thru my front door
As my clothes scatter the floor
My heels come off one by one
Oh goodness baby, I'm coming undone