Lyrics Brandy Clark – Illegitimate Children

She’s getting’ hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn’t stand a chance

Spirits are up inhibitions are down
Same story’s unfolding all over town
From the barroom to the bedroom
The path’s weathered and worn
This is how illegitimate children are born

So it’s his place or hers
Whichover comes first
They’re all the way to second base
In the back of the cab
It’s hard to resist that liquored up lust
And it’s easy to think it might be love…
When

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Strangers and slow songs
Barstools and backeast
Lead to bottles and babies
Ask cabbies and barkeeps….when

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This is how illegitimate children are born