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It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that callShe's got no money for a cab she's way to drunk to walkLisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songsAbout trying to love two women and only taking one girl homeIt's a good thing that her dancing shoes don't run on gasolineShe could dry up Texas in one night the way she feels that beatIf I don't find them under the bed we make love on,She's lighting Lisa's candles and they'll be burning all night longSo happy birthday Lisa Good evening Jim BeamGoodnight all you socialites don't wait up for meI'll be out way past the time the scenes' no sight to seeYa'll don't live with LisaAnd she don't stay with meIt's always Lisa's birthday when I get that callHer car's not where she parked it it's with her wallet and her phoneLisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songsAbout trying to love two women and only taking one girl homeI get older and Lisa keeps on turning twenty-one From Letras Mania