(Damon Black)

Pour me hard liquor over soft music
At a table with only one chair
From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone
She'll be hanging round somewhere.

She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd
Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now
Pour me hard liquor over soft music
And she'll be hanging round somewhere.

--- Instrumental ---

She may dance softly in the candle light
Reflecting her old mem'ries everywhere
You may find me glancing in a sparkling wine
For she'll be hanging round somewhere.

Pour me hard liquor over soft music
And she'll be hanging round somewhere.

She'll be hanging round somewhere...