Verse 1
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 you called me that!
finish your drink and take it back,
lets pretend were happy know,
Chorus
A slap in the face,
and that look of disgrace,
in front 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,
Verse 2
theres so much we wanna achive,
but there's only 60 minuites a week,
to drown all the problems behind us,
somehow we keep on pushing through,
must be because i love you,
and good times alone i remember,
i no i admit sometimes i'm wrong,
i try and keep a good face on,
because when were happy i'm in heaven,
ohhh
and i saw him at the back of the bar,
he tells us we haven't got far to...
make it
make it
make it
oh were only gonna make it,
yeah were only gonna make it,
till seven
chorus
A slap in the face,
and that look of disgrace,
in front 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,
in front 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,
in front 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,
in front 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,
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