Hangover

Whatya say about staying up late
And a couple cheap bottles of wine
And whatya think about shooting me winks
Across the kitchen counter tonight

We don't need credit cards, or crowded old bars
Or neon setting the mood
We got a blue tooth band
And a drink in our hand
And dance floor in the living room

Working on a hangover
One sip, one kiss at a time
Working on a hangover
Making the most of a Thursday night

If we wake up, Still a little bit drunk
Girl, you know we did it up right
Working on a hangover, A Hangover

Tequila shots, line em up
Coffee table, flip cup
90's country all night long

We gotta A pizza in the oven
We're laughing, we're loving
And buzzing cause there
Ain't nothing wrong

Working on a hangover
One sip, one kiss at a time
Working on a hangover
Making the most of a Thursday night

There ain't no last call, you can stay all night
We ain't stopping till we're blinded by the morning light
Might hurt like hell, but we'll be alright

Working on a hangover
One sip, one kiss at a time
Working on a hangover
Making the most of a Thursday night



Credits
Writer(s): Jacob Powell, Chris Rafetto, Willie Morrison
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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