Song by Sammy Kershaw
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| Settin' at a tiny table in a ritzy restau | rant, She was starin' at her coffee cup, |
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| He was tryin' to keep his courage up while 'plying | booze. |
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| The talk was small when they talked at all they both | knew what they want. |
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| They were old enough to start without it and keep it | smooth. |
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| Interlude | E | B | E |
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| When they left the bar, they got in his car and they | drove away |
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| He drove to the Family Inn, She didn't even have to pretend she didn't know what | for. |
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| Then he went to the desk and made his request while she | waited outside. |
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| When he came back with the key, she said give it to me and I'll unlock the | door. |
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| Third rate romance, | low rent rendez | vous. |