Oh tequila, i turn to you like a long lost friend
i want to kiss my mexican cousin once again
we'll cover every emotion from happiness to sorrow
and the conversations i forget you'll tell me about tomorrow
when the phone calls start, am i in bed or in a hearse?
the things you tell me about myself can't make me feel any worse
well i'm awful sorry you got pissed
just have to cross you off the list
of my true friends...
and tequila's where that starts and where it ends