Lyrics |
(johnny vanzant -- robert white johnson -- donnie vanzant -- pat buchanan)
Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five I've been up all night Raisin' hell with some friends of mine I take one good look in the mirror But only one things gettin' clearer The way i live, i'm lucky to be alive
There i go lying to myself Said i wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here i go again Talked myself right into it
Supposed to be to work an hour ago When i pass that boss stormin' down the road Now there's an angel on my shoulder Thinnkin' she can win me over Devil's got my number don't you know
There i go lying to myself Said i wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here i go again Talked myself right into it
Maybe, maybe have i gone to far this time Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin' overtime Nah
There's a knockout georgia peach givin' me the eye Well if the truth beknown i'm just a little shy Turns out she wasn't alone She had a six foot chaperone But that didn't slow me down Don't ask me why
There i go lying to myself Said i wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here i go again Talked myself right into it
I got no one to blame except myself I said i wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know here i go Talk myself right into it Talk myself, talk myself right into it Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it Said i wasn't gonna do it Here i go again baby
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