The Pleasure Seekers - What a Way to Die
Well, I love you babyI'm telling you right here
But please don't make me decide, baby
Between you and a bottle of beer
And baby, come on over
Well, come on over to my side (come on baby, to my side)
Well, I may not live past twenty-one but woo
What a way to die
Your lovin' fluctuates, baby
And everybody knows
But the temperature always stays the same
On an ice cold bottle of Stroh's
So baby, come on over
Ah, come on over to my side (come on over, honey)
Well, I may not live past twenty-one but woo
What a way to die
When I start my drinking
My baby throws a fit
So I just blitz him outta my mind
With seventeen bottles of Schlitz
And baby, come on over
Ah, come on over to my side (come on over)
Well, I may not live past twenty-one but woo
What a way to die
You've got the kind of body
That makes me come alive
But I'd rather have my hands around
A bottle of Colt 45
And, baby come on over
Well, come on over to my side (are you comin' or not, baby?)
Well I may not live past twenty-one but woo
What a way to die
Written by:
Dave Leone
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