Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair
From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere

She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd
Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now
Pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere

She may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere
You may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewhere

Pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair
From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere
She'll be hanging round somewhere