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Quittin' time and it's finally Friday
Gonna need a drink after this day
Gonna let my hair down
Put on those jeans that fit just right
'Cause my weekend really neads savin'
It's not a beer I'm cravin'
Need something cold
That burns just right
Climb up into my truck
We're goin' out tonight
Blame it on the fireball
Me and my girls ain't leavin 'til last call
Blame it on the fireball
Been a hell of a day
Gonna tear it up my kind of way
Tonight
Who needs mr
Right
Blame it on the fireball
Roll in and the shots start flowin'
I can see where this night is goin'
I meet his dark eyes
He pulls me in tight
Last call and the bar is closin'
I'm gonna regret this in the mornin'
Don't even know him
But it feels just right
My girls say don't leave with him
But then again I might
Blame it on the fireball
Me and my girls ain't leavin 'til last call
Blame it on the fireball
Been a hell of a day
Gonna tear it up my kind of way
It tastes like heaven
And it burns like hell
Don't blame me if I don't control myself
Don't want no other alcohol
Blame it on the fireball
X2
Spoken：
Alright y'all
This is that time I want you to raise your glass
And toast yourselves for bein' bad a*s
Blame it on the fireball
Me and my girls ain't leavin 'til last call
Blame it on the fireball
Been a hell of a day
Gonna tear it up my kind of way
It tastes like heaven
And it burns like hell
Don't blame me if I don't control myself
Don't want no other alcohol
It ain't my fault after all
Blame it on the fireball
X2
