Southern Comfort

Drink by drink, I'm thinkin' thinkin' Why won't you hang with me this evening? And I can't walk and I can't dance Give me a smile and then take off your pants Saw her eyes in the rear-view mirror Girls in the back seat, drunk from the beer Eyes on the prize, eyes on her thighs I'm not that old but I'm getting pretty wise Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah Coke and rum, can I taste your tongue? Won't stop sipping till we're both numb Who's that girl in the short black skirt Lots of lip gloss and the tight white shirt? Hand down my pants, hands on my glass Got to the bottom of the bottom, but I still can't dance Like this brother with the hand full of ass Bad ass shades and a bag full of grass Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah