Illegitimate Children - Brandy Clark

She’s gettin' hammered on Alabama slammers

Three drinks ago, no, he wouldn’t stand a chance

He’s sipping' whiskey, feelin' 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 the cab

It’s hard to resist that liquored-up 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

Barstools and backseats

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

This is how illegitimate children are born