Lyrics: Laci Kaye Booth/Melissa Peirce/Ben West
Music: Laci Kaye Booth/Melissa Peirce/Ben West
Dave in the corner doing karaoke
I walk in and everybody knows me
It's one of those places
Still looks smoky, and I look smokin'
This plain white tank top, it could be a black dress
Miller lite, champagne
Can't nobody care less
All the critics here are easy to impress and don't I know it?
All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home and then call it last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking nΠ΅on hearts
I look pretty damn good in a dive bar
BrittnΠ΅y knows it's always pickle juice and vodka
Kitchen's closed? "Honey don't worry, I got ya"
Pour me one more even though I oughtta not to
I don't really dance but I might
All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home and then call it last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts
I look pretty damn good in a dive bar
The red lipstick on the bathroom mirror
The "Maybe I don't give a shit" atmosphere
Mama raised me humble but I can't lie
I look pretty damn good in here
I look pretty damn good
All eyes on the high-rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home and then call it last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts
I look pretty good damn in a dive bar
I look pretty good damn in a dive bar