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