Irish Margaritas

One more time
I told her I would meet her even though I said I’d stop
And it’s out of line
These Irish Margaritas bring me right back to the start
And I’d say
One more drink and I might tell you all my secrets
And I’m pretty good at keeping them alive
One more drink and I might bite you on the shoulder
While I hold you in the parking lot until the sun goes down
I could take you higher
But I can’t take you home
You’re a tough desire
You may be all I needed but it’s not like we’re alone
It’s getting late
But it’s hard to justify keeping my hands off of the phone
I concentrate
Trying to remind myself why we just don’t belong
And I’d say
One more drink and I might show up at your doorstep
Knowing full and well the probability that he’s inside
One more drink and I might tap you on the shoulder
Tell you, «Babe you know it’s over»
And I know that that’s a lie
I could take you higher
But I can’t take you home
You’re a tough desire
You may be all I needed but it’s not like we’re alone
I could take you higher
But I think I should go
You’re a tough desire
You may be all I needed but it’s hard to let it go
I could take you higher
But I think I should go
I could take you higher
I could take you higher
I could take you higher
But I think I should go