Whiskey talking

Might be just the whiskey talking
Could it be I’ve got a shot
She keeps peeking over my way
Man that girl is so damn hot

Got some nerves rolling up inside me
Not sure if I should walk on by
Give her a wink see if she shows interest
Maybe then I’ll just say Hi

Chorus:
Don’t be afraid to take a chance guys
It might be your lucky day
If you don’t put yourself out there
Those angels will just fly away
Take a shot don’t you miss it
Stand tall and don’t you stray
When fate comes knocking at your door boy
You’ll be glad you came to play

Hello Hi How ya doing
Whats a girl like you doing here
I see your drinking iced Coronas
Can I buy you another beer

She just looked then started laughing
Tells me that I’m kind of weird
She said she saw me staring at her
And yes I can buy her beer

Chorus:
Don’t be afraid to take a chance guys
It might be your lucky day
If you don’t put yourself out there
Those angels will just fly away
Take a shot don’t you miss it
Stand tall and don’t you stray
When fate comes knocking at your door boy
You’ll be glad you came to play

Band was playing some rocking country
I saw her singing, tapping her toes
Asked her if she wanted to dance right then
And maybe see where this night goes

She took my hand said lets go do this
On the floor we danced real slow
She locked my lips with a big ole wet kiss
Raised on up to her tippy toes

Chorus:
Don’t be afraid to take a chance guys
It might be your lucky day
If you don’t put yourself out there
Those angels will just fly away
Take a shot don’t you miss it
Stand tall and don’t you stray
When fate comes knocking at your door boy
You’ll be glad you came to play

Bridge:
I gazed into those baby blue eyes
My heart just jumped and skipped a beat
She told me if I treat her real nice
She’ll take me home for something sweet

Chorus:
Don’t be afraid to take a chance guys
It might be your lucky day
If you don’t put yourself out there
Those angels will just fly away
Take a shot don’t you miss it
Stand tall and don’t you stray
When fate comes knocking at your door boy
You’ll be glad you came to play

Might be just the whiskey talking
Could it be I’ve got a shot


Written by Mike McCorison 2017
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