In a bar, in a hotel, in Atlanta, downtown Hes a long way from home and hes pourin em down Theres a lady in waiting, a warm midnight friend Oh, but its that sweet southern comfort again Its cool conversation, its courage in a glass He dont tell her hes married and she dont even ask Theres just living for the moment, let the good times begin He got too close to comfort again Sweet southern comfort crossing the line Lying with strangers one more last time Cheating is a game where nobody wins He got too close to comfort again With the ring on his finger he holds the door wide And theres no hesitating as they both step inside To lay down an impression thats sweeter than sin Oh, but its that sweet, sweet southern comfort again And he looks in the mirror in the cold morning light And he stares at a young man with age in his eyes He started this dance but the song has no end He got too close to comfort again Sweet southern comfort and crossing the line Lying with strangers one more last time She is a game where nobody wins No he got too close to comfort againYou might also like
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