Styles: Club / Bar / Lounge, Honky Tonk, Party / Beach Party, Party / General
Lyrical Topics: Fight, Goodbye, Living large, Feeling Good, Happy
Such a strange twist of fate that we’d both pick tonight To return to the scene of the crime. Well I ain’t hit this joint since we busted it up. Pretty momma, we surely had us a time. And I hear that this new guy you’re seeing is someone I’d far more than likely enjoy. Well that ain’t too surprising, you’re quite enterprising And always a hit with the boys. But you’re..
Well, it’s been good to see you, but I gotta go, You know I must say, you’re sure looking great. And I almost enjoy running into you now that you’re Somebody else’s mistake.
So if you drive by here and you see my old Pontiac Parked there outside in the lot. Well just blow me a kiss and step on the gas, Pretty momma, won’t you give it all you got. And if I see you coming I’ll count me to ten, Then I’ll count me to one-hundred-five I’ll be reminding myself that I’ve been here before And I just barely got out alive ‘cause you’re..
You know I won’t get that same shock when I hear your name I’ll just let somebody else have all that laughter and pain. I’ll be backin’ out slowly and tryin’ not to shake, Now you’re some other poor sucker’s strange twist of fate, Somebody else’s mistake.