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Late night, wide awake, laying here alone 1 o'clock on the dot when I called and she ain't picking up the phone Couple hours later get a call from her saying That she'll be home in the morn Says she's staying with some friends for the night and she's alright But drank way too much to drive home I should've known better Woah oh I don't wanna be home tonight Woah oh anybody got a smoke and a light Woah oh don't you worry Don't stress that pretty head I'll write some songs about whiskey, cigarettes, And wishing I was dead Now she's hot breathing on another man Scheming about what she's gonna say to me Cause she knows I wanted more But now her clothes are on the floor And his hands are where my hands should be And it's too late or maybe it was fate I should've seen it coming all along Cause a good girl well she can only be good Until all that's good is gone Woah oh I don't wanna be home tonight Woah oh anybody got a smoke and a light Woah oh don't you worry Don't stress that pretty head I'll write some songs about whiskey, cigarettes And wishing I was dead Aus Songtexte Mania