Happy Hour

It's happy hour again
 I think I might be happy if I wasn't out with them
 And they're happy it's a lovely place to be
 Happy that the fire is real, the barman is a she
 Where the haircuts smile and the meaning of style
 Is a night out with the boss where you win, or you lose
 And it's them who choose and if you don't win then you've lost
 What a good place to be
 Don't believe her
 'Cause they speak a different language
 And it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again)
 Don't believe her, oh no
 'Cause it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again)
 Oh, whoa, whoa
 It's another night out with the boss
 Following in footsteps overgrown with moss
 And he tells me that women grow on trees
 And if you catch them right, they will land upon their knees
 Where they open all their wallets, and they close all their minds
 And they love to buy you all a drink, and then we ask all the questions
 And you take all your clothes off and go back to the kitchen sink
 What a good place to be, don't believe her
 'Cause they speak a different language
 And it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again)
 Don't believe her, oh no
 'Cause it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again)
 Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa-oh
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 What a good place to be
 Don't believe her
 'Cause they speak a different language
 And it's never really happened to me
 Don't believe her, oh no
 'Cause it's never really happened to me (it's happy hour again)
 Don't believe her, don't believe her (it's happy hour again), don't believe her
 It's happy hour again, and again, and again
 It's happy hour again, and again, and again
 It's happy hour again, and again, and again
 It's happy hour again