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I'm a little tipsy and the clock hasn't even seen nine

But that don't really matter, as long as you're sitting by my side

A little bit of rose, in that fancy glass you like

Drown your sorrows, and let's hope that they're not here tomorrow

I took it for granted, now I'm sitting here alone with a drink

Thinking about the little things, like the way that you smile when you speak

You're so damn beautiful, and I'm telling you the truth

You don't know what you're missing, but you don't like to dance

And you just like the songs that go

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh