My breath smells like ol' Jim Beam,
blinds can't block hot sun streams,
early evening, my head still pounds,
a nauseous sailor on sold ground.

Last night the neon moon still burned,
she danced around, for her I yearn,
mescal and whiskey and tequila too,
but she isnt mine, she belongs to you.

Bartender pour and then again,
I step outside for the cooling wind,
inside it's hot, she burns me up,
can't douse the flames so I fill my cup.

The music's rhythm does so tease,
she comes near, I beg her please,
grins from ear to ear in sheer delight,
but she won't give into my plight.

I give her pleasure with my pain,
my eyes run tears, like pouring rain,
we do this every single night,
she's in control, she won the fight