"Irving Oil" lyrics

I can't live in the city
Small fish in a big pond
But at this gas station they think I'm pretty
As I tell the cashier what I got

Cherry icee mixed with coke
A side of ego and a smoke
They all smile at me like I'm something broke
But I don't mind it though

I know I drink too much
God I love him, even when I'm losing touch
I'll keep pouring vodka in my soda, tonic in my gin
Pretty girls never win

I wish that I felt different
But it's just a matter of time
An unwilling participant
A rotted fruit on the vine

So I drink too much
God I love it even when I'm losing touch
I'll keep pouring vodka in my soda, tonic in my gin
Pretty girls never win

Well, I've looked up each bridge in this town
Just to figure out how far down
So when I get older I'll take a dive
Swim to the coast and learn how to die

I know I drink too much
God I love him even when I'm losing touch
I'll keep pouring vodka in my soda, tonic in my gin
Pretty girls never win

Vodka in my soda, tonic in my gin
Pretty girls never win