hair of the dog

I need some hair of the dog that bit me last night
took a big ol chunk outta me
so i poured a double shot of my favorite brew,
had a double shot of jim beam.
chugged down a beer  i heard somebody call
in my bed was a cyotte queen
I Know I can't go on this way,
gamblin, drinkin, womanizing,
and thinkin that  I'm free.
I know that if I sleep with the dog,
I'll surley wake up with the fleas.

The coyotte Queen Man did she scream,
How could you drink all that
Im clad in lace your off your face
No loving  aint happening round here.

Now you can take your  whisky Brew
Right back to the end of the line
cos theres men  around here who dont drink beer
but lovin a woman in lace is on there mind.

i say these dog hairs are everywere but you hairs still on my bed
you left a scent on all of my things its hard to forget
you when your everywere

oh am not sacred to wake up with out you i know ill be alright
when i wake up with my hangover if your not there ill be just fine
but your everywere

and on a morning when you did your hair
i stared at your complexion through
the old mirror i miss you still whys it
so hard the dogs lieing everywere
and this place looks a mess but your everywere

This reflection that you see, has had a real good time
while you lay drinking smoking not thinking
good times i was having elsewher
So ill just move on and leave you here
empty bottles  and your old dog hairs.