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

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