Lisa's Birthday
It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
She's got no money for a cab, she's way too drunk to walk
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About trying to love two women and only taking one girl home
It's a good thing that her dancing shoes don't run on gasoline
She could dry up Texas in one night, the way she feels that beat
If I don't find them under the bed we make love on
She's lighting Lisa's candles, they'll be burning all night long
So happy birthday, Lisa, good evening, Jim Beam
I'll be out way past the time, the scene's no sight to see
'Cause y'all don't live with Lisa and she don't stay with me
It's always Lisa's birthday when I get that call
Her car's not where she parked it, it's with her wallet and her phone
Lisa's had more birthdays than there are sad country songs
About trying to love two women and only taking one girl home
I get older and Lisa keeps on turning twenty-one