Corner Booth - Luke Bryan

Place is packed, having a blast.

Take a sip, leave a tip, get to throwing them back.

Nothing but a few beers, on my mind.

Then the door swings open, I looked left.

You in that red dress, dagger through my chest.

There goes my good time

Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?

A little spot I can hide, where the neon

Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.

All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.

Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.

Where’s a corner booth when I need one?

It’d just make it worse, if you knew it hurt

And seen me sneaking out the backdoor now.

Looks like I’ll be hanging around.

I try not to stare, or wonder if you care.

Hell, I don’t even know if you know I’m here.

Or that I’m dodging you through the crowd.

Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?

A little spot I can hide, where the neon

Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.

All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.

Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.

Where’s a corner booth when I need one?

Maybe one in the back with the sear torn,

Where the smokes so thick you can’t even see the dancefloor.

Cause, I know you’re on the dancefloor baby.

Where’s a corner booth, when I need one?

A little spot I can hide, where the neon

Don’t hit me, making it easy for everyone to know you ain’t here with me.

All I want to find me is a waitress, to pour me up a shot of, forget this.

Damn night, and everything we’ve ever done.

I just wanna forget everything we done.

Where’s a corner booth when I need one?

When I need one.