Illegitimate Children (Brandy Clark)

She's getting hammered On Alabama slammers 3 drinks ago no He wouldn't stand a chance. He's sipping the whiskey Feeling confident and frisky Writes "Slow Hand" on a twenty and slips it to the band. By the end of the first verse, they're out on the floor By the end of the song, they're out the door Spirits are up, inhibitions are down Same story's unfolding all over town From the barroom to the bedroom The path's weathered and worn This is how illegitimate children are born So it's his place or hers? Whichever comes first. They're all the way to second base in the back of a cab It's hard to resist that liquor of lust And it's easy to think it might be love When spirits are up, inhibitions are down Same story's unfolding all over town From the barroom to the bedroom The path's weathered and worn This is how illegitimate children are born Strangers and slow songs Bar stools and back seats Lead to bottles and babies Ask cabbies and barkeeps When spirits are up, inhibitions are down Same story's unfolding all over town From the barroom to the bedroom The path's weathered and worn This is how illegitimate children are born Yeah this is how illegitimate children are born