These bar bands and empty mugs want the same thing tonight
All want some more love
Guess my heart is looking for the very same thing tonight
With this cigarette breath and unkempt hair my odds ain't looking too fair
These pitchers splash into my hopeless glass
Could I buy another round for you
While our shoes stick to the floor our words stumble out the door
I can't keep my eyes off of you
But the time for moves moved away since the last couple of shots
I can't even stand to greet you
So how about another round for the paralyzed lovers
Who just can't get off the ground
Try to sober up on with a tap of glass water
But you know that stuff will sure kill ya
With the last call on hold I'll stroll singing pass your booth
We all want some more love