Pour me hard liquor over s-oft music At a table with only one chair From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone She'll be hanging round somewhere She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now Pour me hard liquor over soft music And she'll be hanging round somewhere She may dance softly in the can-dle light Reflecting her old memories everywhere You may find me glancing in the sparkling wine For she'll be hanging round somewhere She'll be hanging round somewhere