Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
Aw, rightLong shot lover was a real bun buster
Talkin' lethal fantasy
'Cause the next best thing was nothin' much
And the next best thing was meWell, workin' on approval
So I got her on the rocks and I put her on the tip of my tongue
I said, "Don't get smart with an angel, babe
You ain't the girl next door an' we ain't done"Wow, it's simple fantasyLast call an' I don't need no drink
This is last call, could be later than you think, wicked
Last call, before they hit the lights
This is last call but that don't mean goodnightI'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice
With the breaks, when I'm beatin' my boys
"Now what's the only thing to do in this town?"
An' she gives me a multiple choiceIt's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell
Poised on the perverbial brink
I asked her, "How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?"
She said, "For starters you could buy me a drink"Gotta stoop to conquer meLast call an' I don't need no drink
This is last call, could be later than you think
Last call, wow, before they hit the lights
Last call but that don't mean goodnightI'm a real good loser 'cause I get a lot of practice
With the breaks, when they're beatin' the boys
So I asked her, "What's the only thing to do in this town?"
An' she gives me a multiple choiceIt's like Peter Pan an' Tinkerbell
Poised on the perverbial brink
I said, "How the hell you get in those tight blue jeans?"
She said, "For starters you could buy me a drink"It was, last call an' I don't need no drink
Last call, could be later than you think
Last call, wow, before they hit the lights
This is, last call but that don't mean goodnightLast call
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