Tell her to pack lot's of things, and
Make sure we got gasoline, cuz'
We're going to Mexico
Though no-one seems to know -
How to get to that hidden state
And I can't think while drinking straight.
Tell her to buy some shoes, and
Get rid of those morning modes, cuz'
No pit stops down the road,
Don't care what her mother told -
'bout outcomes and dead-end fates,
And I can't think while drinking straight
Tell her I broke my leg, and
Find another man instead, cuz'
I'll never leave this room and
I'll never fix that wound
That came out of this empty crate
And I can't drink while thinking straight.
Tell her I loved her so, and
Don't cry as I watch you go, cuz'
No use of milking cowards,
If the milk never sours –
And the hour, is oh so late
And I can't drink while thinking straight
And I can't think while drinking
can't drink while thinking
can't think while drinking straight…
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