| Begging the crowd on a Tuesday night
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| I was having my usual on ice, when you walked by
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| One hour, two drinks and three shots later
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| I talked you into having one tailgater in the parking lot
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| Then it started getting hot
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| I just wanted a high from your whiskey-sipping lips
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| One time, no strings, no promises
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| And you were looking to good not to touch — not to touch
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| Who knew you’d make my head start spinning
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| Faster than anything I pour in this cup
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| I wasn’t looking for love; |
| I was just lookin' for a buzz
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| Little drops dripping off a cool Mason jar
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| Summer heat melting both our hearts, here in the dark
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| How’d it get this far?
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| I just wanted a high from your whiskey-sipping lips
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| One time, no strings, no promises
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| And you were looking to good not to touch — not to touch
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| Who knew you’d make my head start spinning
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| Faster than anything I pour in this cup
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| I wasn’t looking for love; |
| I was just lookin' for a buzz
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| I just wanted a high from your whiskey-sipping lips
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| One time, no strings, no promises
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| And you were looking to good not to touch
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| Who knew you’d make my head start spinning
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| Faster than anything I pour in this cup
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| I wasn’t looking for love; |
| I was just lookin' for a buzz
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| Lookin' for a Buzz |