Blake Mills - When The Tequila Runs Out lyrics

[Verse 1] Everyone that greeted me, was moving slow and drinking fast I was lost inside a painting on a wall A pretty baby with a cigarette, was looking for a place to ash Stumbling toward the voices down the hall They had Thriller on the stereo, not the album, just the song For two dancers all in white, that no one really knew There were a lot of leather jackets, there was a haircut reading palms There was a line outside the bathroom that didn't really move [Chorus] When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain [Verse 2] Some girls forgot their bathing suits but felt like jumping in the pool Right after making sure the underwater lights were on I was staring at a silhouette, I was blushing like a fool Letting everyone pretend they hadn't planned it all along Then our host bust out of his bedroom, with his gla**es slightly bent He gets up on the diving board to tell us how he feels “Ladies and gentlemen we've begun the initial descent And now it's time to pull up on the wheel” [Chorus] When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain [Verse 3] On the floor of the living room, I saw my past life pa**ed out Laying next to her handsome new flame I didn't recognize his face too much 'cept for the grimace on his mouth He looked a lot like me, he seemed to be in pain I didn't hear the picture window break, I didn't see the rising sun But I could feel the morning breeze Then I heard a tired voice speak up and say “I think this party's done” She asked if I could drive her home, and then she added please (Please) [Chorus] When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be drinking champagne When the tequila runs out, we'll be feeling no pain