Kem Anderson

Lyrics

Lost Weekend
by Kem Anderson

It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend…

Back in the day she met a hot-guy who adored his car.
blonde hair, bedroom-eyes like a movie star.
They met at the lake; he was waxing his car.
On the way to the movies they stopped by his favorite bar…

A pitcher of Rita's, glasses clinked; chased hers with beer.
Back in the day they spiked the Rita's with Everclear.
After her second drink, she knew something was wrong.
The beer tasted weak; the Margarita's were too damn-strong.

It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend….
A B-rate movie, she was passed out by the end.
Woke up in her front yard; never saw his face again.
It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend.

Her neighbor was gay, he cut hair; his name was Cash.
Picked her up, wiped her face, "Honey, you are trashed!"
Helped her up to the door; asked if she was hurt.
Shrieked in horror as she threw up on his new silk shirt.

It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend….
A B-rate movie, she was passed out by the end.
Woke up in her front yard; never saw his face again.
It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend.

Tequila makes her crazy, makes her reckless and blind
Makes her do things that she says …. "oh well, never mind…"

She still remembers the cold tile on the bathroom floor.
Monday morning, she couldn't make it the door.
Called in sick for two days; she lost all that time.
To this day, if she drinks, she just sips white wine.

It was her Joe T Garcia's kick-ass margaritas lost weekend….
It was her first and her last-- kick-ass margaritas lost weekend.