She's a liar

Is that straight to the point

While I'm pacing the floors at home

She's drinking down at some old joint

They say she's on the dance floor

That doesn't mean she's moving about

I got the call she's passed out again

So, I go down and drag her ass out

It's a sixteen-ounce, long-neck pacifier night

It's getting kind of old

I tell you; you know it just ain't right

I tip all the bartenders a twenty

Tell them, let me know if you see her fall

At least I'm not out at two AM

Rarely does she make last call

She's a denier

And it just ain't right, no

While I'm searching for the truth

She is staring down at the floor

They say she's on the dance floor

That doesn't mean she's moving about

I got the call she's passed out again

So, I go down and drag her ass out

It's a sixteen-ounce, long-neck pacifier night

It's getting kind of old

I tell you; you know it just ain't right

I tip all the bartenders a twenty

Tell them, let me know if you see her fall

At least I'm not out at two AM

Rarely does she make last call

She's a denier

And it just ain't right, no

While I'm searching for the truth

She is staring down at the floor

They say she's on the dance floor

That doesn't mean she's moving about

I got the call she's passed out again

So, I go down and drag her ass out

It's a sixteen-ounce, long-neck pacifier night

It's getting kind of old

I tell you; you know it just ain't right

I tip all the bartenders a twenty

Tell them, let me know if you see her fall

At least I'm not out at two AM

Rarely does she make last call

Rarely does she make last call