November 12, 2015Fixed by BobWayne 

Lyrics

Well I love you baby
I'm telling you right here
But please don't make me decide baby
Between you and a bottle of beer.

Baby come on over,
come on over to my side
well I may not live past twenty-one
but WOO!
what a way to die!

Your lovin' fluctuates baby
and everybody knows
but the temperature always stays the same
on an ice cold bottle of Stroh's

Baby come on over,
come on over to my side
well I may not live past twenty-one
but WOO!
what a way to die

When I start my drinking
my baby throws a fit
So I just blitz him outta my mind
with seventeen bottles of Schlitz

Baby come on over,
come on over to my side
well I may not live past twenty-one
but WOO!
what a way to die

You've got the kind of body
that makes me come alive
But I'd rather have my hands around
A bottle of Colt 45

Baby come on over,
come on over to my side
well I may not live past twenty-one
but WOO!
what a way to die

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