Letra de Sleeping On The Floor
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Rocks & salt, a small umbrella and I'm fine, but straight from the bottle might save me a little time. I don't need no chaser baby, I don't need no lime. Are you there Jose? Is there no reason to your rhyme? Don't let this night ever end. Don't let this bottle run dry. Don't let this room spin around my head
Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four. We haven't had enough until we've had a little more. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor.
Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonite, maybe I got married, maybe I got in a fight but I saw the devil in a flashing neon light, he said "you'll be fine as long as you stick with me tonite"
So don't let this night ever end. Don't let this bottle run dry. Don't let this room spin around my head
Cause it's one shot, two shot, three shots, four. We haven't had enough until we've had a little more. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. I think I'm watching television, I'm not really sure. It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four. My stinging ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. We were swimming in tequila now we're sleeping on the floor.
In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair I thought, but wasn't sure, that I saw you seated alone across a crowded room and as I approached what I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, I realized it was not you, but actually a large cardboard cut-out of Joe Camel holding a surfboard and I was ashamed
Cause it's one shot, two shots, three shots, four. We haven't had enough until we've had a little more. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. We were swimming in tequila, now we're sleeping on the floor.
Lost and loaded, losing track of it tonite, maybe I got married, maybe I got in a fight but I saw the devil in a flashing neon light, he said "you'll be fine as long as you stick with me tonite"
So don't let this night ever end. Don't let this bottle run dry. Don't let this room spin around my head
Cause it's one shot, two shot, three shots, four. We haven't had enough until we've had a little more. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. I think I'm watching television, I'm not really sure. It's one shot, two shots, three shots, four. My stinging ears are ringing, throat is burning, legs are sore. It's 1..o clock, 2..o clock, 3..o clock, 4. We were swimming in tequila now we're sleeping on the floor.
In the winter of my discontent, the darkest hour of my despair I thought, but wasn't sure, that I saw you seated alone across a crowded room and as I approached what I thought had to be the most beautiful girl in the world looking lonely and in need of quality conversation, I realized it was not you, but actually a large cardboard cut-out of Joe Camel holding a surfboard and I was ashamed
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