Sometimes it seems our love is to hard,
were sitting here drinking in a cocktail bar,
it's been a while since i kissed your hand now,
we don't get much quality time,
we spend it drinking half price wine,
hoping it will wash away,
problems that we had last week,
baby give me a chance to speak,
in the mean time what are you drinking,
i can't believe that you called me that,
finish your drink and take it back,
let's pretened were happy know!
a slap in the face
and that look of disgrace
infront of the whole place
it's all gone sour,
i stare at the floor
as she storms out the door
and the man at the bar he shouts "HAPPY HOUR!"
it's all gone sour
it's still happy hour
theres so much we wanna achive,
but theres only 60 minuits a week,
to drown all our probles behind us,
somehow we keep on pushing through,
must be because i love you,
and good times alone i remember,
i know i admit sometimes i'm wrong,
but when were happy i'm in heaven,
ohhh,
i saw him sitting at the back of the bar,
he told us that we havn't got far to make it,
make it,
oh were gonna make it,
oh were only gonna make it,
till seven,
a slap in the face
and that look of disgrace
infront of the whole place
it's all gone sour,
i stare at the floor
as she storms out the door
and the man at the bar he shouts "HAPPY HOUR!"
it's all gone sour
it's still happy hour
a slap in the face
and that look of disgrace
infront of the whole place
it's all gone sour,
i stare at the floor
as she storms out the door
and the man at the bar he shouts "HAPPY HOUR!"
it's all gone sour
it's still happy hour
a slap in the face
and that look of disgrace
infront of the whole place
it's all gone sour,
i stare at the floor
as she storms out the door
and the man at the bar he shouts "HAPPY HOUR!"
it's all gone sour
it's still happy hour
a slap in the face
and that look of disgrace
infront of the whole place
it's all gone sour,
i stare at the floor
as she storms out the door
and the man at the bar he shouts "HAPPY HOUR!"
it's all gone sour
it's still happy hour