Talked Myself Right Into It

(Johnny VanZant -- Robert White Johnson -- Donnie VanZant -- Pat Buchanan) Alarm clock ring about a quarter after five I've been up all night raisin' hell with some friends of mine I take one good look in the mirror But only one thing's gettin' clearer The way I live, Lord, I'm lucky to be alive There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again Talked myself right into it Supposed to be at work an hour ago When I pass that boss stormin' down the road Now there's an angel on my shoulder Thinkin' she can win me over The Devil's got my number, don't you know There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again Talked myself right into it Maybe, maybe, have I gone too far this time? Maybe, maybe, is my conscience workin' overtime? Nah! There's a knockout Georgia Peach givin' me the eye Well if the truth be known, I'm just a little shy Turns out she wasn't alone She had a six foot chaperone But that didn't slow me down; don't ask me why There I go lying to myself Said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know, here I go again I got no one to blame except myself I said I wasn't gonna do it Next thing you know here I go again Talked myself right into it Talked myself, talked myself right into it Talked myself, talked myself, talked myself right into it Said I wasn't gonna do it (Talked myself, talked myself, talked myself right into it) Here I go again baby (Talked myself, talked myself) Oh, talked myself right into it "Can't believe I did that!"