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 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