she'll be hanging round somewhere

pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair, from the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere, she may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd, or fall in a teardrop i can't hold back now, pour me hard liquor over soft music and she'll be hanging round somewhere, she may dance softly in the candle light reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere, you may find me glancing in a sparkling wine but she'll be hanging round somewhere, pour me hard liquor over soft music at a table with only one chair, from the first lonely song till the last drop is gone she'll be hanging round somewhere, she'll be hanging round somewhere