(johnny vanzant -- robert white johnson -- donnie vanzant -- pat buchanan)
Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five I've been up all night Raisin' hell with some friends of mine I take one good look in the mirror But only one things gettin' clearer The way I live, I'm lucky to be alive
There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again Talked myself right into it
Supposed to be to work an hour ago When I pass that boss stormin' down the road Now there's an angel on my shoulder Thinnkin' she can win me over Devil's got my number don't you know
There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again Talked myself right into it
Maybe, maybe have I gone to far this time Maybe, maybe is my conscience workin' overtime Nah
There's a knockout georgia peach givin' me the eye Well if the truth beknown I'm just a little shy Turns out she wasn't alone She had a six foot chaperone But that didn't slow me down Don't ask me why
There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again Talked myself right into it
I got no one to blame except myself I said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know here I go Talk myself right into it Talk myself, talk myself right into it Talk myself, talk myself, talk myself right into it Said I wasn't gonna do it Here I go again baby
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