Well no, it hasn’t been good now, for quite a spell
It got me to thinking how we used to get on so well
There were plenty of times we could’ve been great
Ah, but you weren’t so keen on me staying real late
You made up stories about new styles in your hair
We never went out or got seen any where
So I’ m sitting in a small town bar that’s far from you
There’s plenty of girls who have come here too
There’s a crowd at a table doing shots of rum
Some other guy’s in the corner trying to get him some
Me, well I’m at the edge of the bar, thinking of you
Arrived here in pain but wow, new girls, I’m good as new
I came here alone to try and have some fun
That little freckle faced girl, well she could be the one
Maybe next time I tell you goodbye
You might pretend like maybe you could cry.
Eeyeah….? yeah…..huh? Oh well…what do I do?
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