Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh My friends and I meet hours before
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We make some home-made pizza
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We do some funny bits back and forth
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My knees buckle, I laugh so hard
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We might end three sheets to wind
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And who knows where we’ll wind up?
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All I know is there’s a car waiting
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And we’ll figure that out after
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I have to keep my eye on my old friend from high school
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We’ve known each other for the longest time
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She has trouble with her limits, so to speak
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She can hoist a really good kick in the butt when she’s excited
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She doesn’t do it so much any more
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'Cause we’re all onto her
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Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Then there’s my other pretty friend from high school
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The predator in me is put to shame by the predator in her
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And now I’ve reeled it in But it’ll be interesting to see how much she’s done as well
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Then there’s my friend from Chicago
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God, do I love all people from Chicago
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All ready to light up the barbeque
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And be harping on debauchery
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Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Tequila
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Tequila
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Tequila
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Tequila
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Tequila
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Tequila
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Then there’s my Canadian friend
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What a fabulous mom she’s become
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She’s been tortured in this sense
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For the last many of months for obvious reasons
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She was like, «Hey, where was this part of you
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When I wasn’t pregnant?»
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I laughed and I did a shot in her honor
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As I conversed with her belly
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Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila ohh-oh, oh Then there’s my Cupid friend
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She sure knows how to dress, that one
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She’s a wise and worldly girl
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But you gotta watch that medication
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Her favorite beverage is taken to a whole other level on it
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I’m not worried about her or I’ll coast around the room
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While I trust she’ll temper
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My brother came to visit me Now he’s used to hanging with me and cracking up But he had no idea about my built-up tolerance
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No idea about how manipulative I’ve become
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I would surreptitiously put it in front of him without him asking
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In a pretty little shot glass
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His smirk and cackle would only egg me on Bring on the tequila, ohh-oh, oh On fire on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Mostest-most on tequila, ohh-oh, oh Bestest friends on tequila ohh-oh, oh |