I knew you would be here, and she'd be with you
Want to see what she's doing that I couldn't do
Is she prettier than me, does she laugh at your jokes?
Does she order you drink, does she light up your smokes?
Is she all over you or does she play hard to get?
Can she beat you at pool, is her hair brown or red?
Is she sippin' on martinis or drinkin' a beer?
I gotta know what she's like
That's what I'm doing here
I didn't come to get drunk
Didn't come to get high
But when I see you with her
Well, hell, I just might
Does she light up the jukebox with Waylon or Hank?
Does she stare at her phone, does she care what I think?
Is she trying to hide a butterfly tattoo?
Is she wearing high heels or old cowboy boots?
Does she wear too much makeup or not quite enough?
If I really knew her would I hate her this much?
Do you lean in close and whisper in her ear?
I gotta see for myself
That's what I'm doing here, ooh
I didn't come to get drunk
Didn't come to get high
But when I see you with her
Well, hell, I just might
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It's last call for losers, but who's keeping score?
You put your arm around her and walk out the door
I guess I'm finding out how you really feel
You ain't that good at faking so it must be for real
I didn't come to get drunk
Didn't come to get high
But when I see you with her
Well, hell, I just might
Shoot one more shot, order a beer
To forget about you
That's what I'm doing here
That's what I'm doing here
Da-da-da, da-da-da-da