Alarm clock rings about a quarter after five, I´ve been up all night Raisin´ hell with some friends of mine. I take one good look in the mirror, But only one thing´ gettin´ clearer, The way I live, I´m lucky to be alive. There I go lying to myself, Said I wasn´t gonna do it. Next thing you know, here I go again, Talked myself right into it. Supposed to be to work an hour ago, When I pass that boss stormin´ down the road. Now there´s an Angel on my shoulder, Thinkin´ she can win me over, The Devil´s got my number, don´t you know? There I go lying to myself. Said I wasn´t gonna do it, Next thing you know, here I go again. Talked myself right into it, Maybe, maybe, Have I gone too far this time? Maybe, maybe, Is my conscience workin´ overtime? There´s a knockout Georgia Peach Givin´ me the eye, Well, if the truth be known, I´m just a little shy. Turns out she wasn´t alone, She had a six foot chaperone, But that didn´t slow me down, Don´t ask me why. There I go lying to myself, Said I wasn´t gonna do it, Next thing you know, here I go again. I got no one to blame except myself, I said I wasn´t gonna do it. Next thing you know, here I go again, Talked myself right into it. Talked myself, talked myself right into it, Talked myself, talked myself, Talked myself right into it. Talked myself, talked myself, Talked myself right into it. Talked myself, talked myself. Talked myself right into it.