CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : I Can’t Stop Drinking (From Exile)
Champagne drunk, tomorrow's out of luck
When the celebration comes to an end
When the party's over, Sunday morning wakes up sober
Begs for me to start up again
I'm whiskey drunk in the Shop Rite parking lot
I'm waitin' while Anna buys milk and eggs
Sometimes I wonder why she hasn’t found another
One that her girlfriends would recommend
Our worst fights are when we get silent
Just a disappointed you shaking your head
When the cards and flowers don’t work
I sleep on the couch when i’m a j*rk
What's gotta give? What's gotta give?
'Cause I know what you’re thinking
That I can’t stop drinking
Every time you try to ask me to, I just
Throw a fit and storm out of the room
'Cause I know what you’re thinking
When the celebration comes to an end
When the party's over, Sunday morning wakes up sober
Begs for me to start up again
I'm whiskey drunk in the Shop Rite parking lot
I'm waitin' while Anna buys milk and eggs
Sometimes I wonder why she hasn’t found another
One that her girlfriends would recommend
Our worst fights are when we get silent
Just a disappointed you shaking your head
When the cards and flowers don’t work
I sleep on the couch when i’m a j*rk
What's gotta give? What's gotta give?
'Cause I know what you’re thinking
That I can’t stop drinking
Every time you try to ask me to, I just
Throw a fit and storm out of the room
'Cause I know what you’re thinking
