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One, two, three, four
This short fuse tends to burn me
Yeah, I probably should've bit my tongue
I ain't too good at saying sorry
Or owning up to what I've done
Hell, I could've just tried to fix it
When I saw her seein' red
Coulda cooled off, said it was my fault
Took my stubborn ass to bed, but
I wound up somewhere that she hates
Trashy bartenders pourin' drinks
Hell, I know if she could see me now
I'd be in the doghouse now, there ain't no doubt
She's alone on the couch, just cursin' my name
I'm digging a hole playin' waiting games
Oh well, I lost that fight
I'll be making up for it when I get home tonight
From this ragged out stool I'm sittin' on
There's one of two ways this could go
Head on back, cover my tracks
Or double back down and order one more
I wound up somewhere that she hates
Trashy bartenders pourin' drinks
Hell, I know if she could see me now
I'd be in the doghouse now, there ain't no doubt
She's alone on the couch, just cursin' my name
I'm digging a hole playin' waiting games
Oh well, I lost that fight
I'll be making up for it when I get home tonight
When I get home tonight
Yeah, I dipped on out
Didn't close my tab
Wish I wasn't so good at making her mad
I wound up somewhere that she hates
Trashy bartenders pourin' drinks
Hell, I know if she could see me now
I'd be in the doghouse now there ain't no doubt
She's alone on the couch, just cursin' my name
I'm digging a hole playin' waiting games
Oh well, I lost that fight
I'll be making up for it when I get home tonight
When I get home tonight
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