she's…
pretty drunk, pretty drunk, pretty drunk / and she's pretty when she's drunk

I don't usually hit the sauce much / thus I'm allowed to keep my soft touch / subtle in rebuttal and quick to kill if I
need to / when most folks go see-through / but she's too smooth to get played out / must have escape routes all laid out / so she stays cool while others slip and slide away / trying to find away to stay

pretty drunk, pretty drunk, pretty drunk / and she's pretty when she's drunk

hard to know just where her head goes / when she flips to Rudolph Red Nose / some get lead toes and can't walk right / she gets bouncy and talks all night / we watch stars that shoot like cupid / and slip out when our friends get stupid / she tells jokes and sings off key / and makes me think I ought to be

pretty drunk

She drinks tea the morning after / and we recall long nights of laughter / she plays games but not the head-kind / big word bad ass after bed time / and as I said I'm usually sober / so I'm not sure what she's getting over / she says things that feed my crush / and makes me hope that she's not just

pretty drunk, pretty drunk, pretty drunk / and she's pretty when she's drunk / or is it me?