Aw, Shoot!

Phones and glasses scattered around the room I put my jumper in the freezer just to find something to do A tourist knocks on my door by mistake See, I was dying on the seventh and his friend lives on the eighth I'm a sad country song of a woman Should do good for the brand, but it doesn't She saw my flat, I saw the joy drain from her eyes Aw, shoot, I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose, so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again for the good skin-on wine Aw, shoot, I cut my life up and I'm running out of time I can hear them laughing up the stairs Excited to see Paris, they wish I wasn't here I am like a fly buzzed in the room They dance amongst the paintings and I drink, researching tombs I'm a national cliché of a lady Should do good to have fun, but baby Having fun's a welcome and I've worn that welcome out Aw, shoot, I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose, so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again, I can't stop drinking wine Aw, shoot, I cut my life up and I'm running out of time Ooh, uh oh oh Sorry, ladies Up in the sky And I'm a sad country song of a woman Should do good to be smart, but it doesn't 'Cause if they're the angels, I'm here knowing I'm not high Aw, shoot, I put my life on pause and I can't find any way out I'm ruined and I'm rigged to lose, so put your money down I'll do it again, do it again for the angels on high Aw, shoot, I cut my life up and I'm running out of time Ooh, ooh, ooh Have a nice holiday