Laci Kaye Booth - Damn Good in a Dive Bar

Dave in the corner doing karaoke
I walk in and everybody knows me
It's one of those places
Still looks smoky and I look smokin'

This plain white tank top, it could be a black dress
Miller Lite, champagne
Can't nobody care less
All the critics here are easy to impress and don't I know it?

All eyes on the high rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home when they're callin' last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts
I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

Brittney knows it's always pickle juice and vodka
Kitchen's closed? "Honey, don't worry, I gotcha"
Pour me one more even though I oughtta not tp
I don't really dance but I might

All eyes on the high rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home when they're callin' last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts
I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

The red lipstick on the bathroom mirror
The maybe I don't give a shirt atmosphere
Mama raised me humble but I can't lie
I look pretty damn good in here
I look pretty damn good

All eyes on the high rise Levis in the low light
Boys say, "Hey there, ain't you a sight"
You can write my name in Sharpie on the wall
But you can't take me home when they're callin' last call
Two dollar buzz, breaking neon hearts
I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

I look pretty damn good in a dive bar

Written by:
Benjamin West, Laci Kaye Booth, Melissa Peirce

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