Illegitimate Children
Lyrics Brandy Clark

Written by: Brandy Clark, Deanna Walker

Produced by: Dave Brainard

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She's gettin' hammered
On Alabama slammers
Three drinks ago, no
He wouldn't stand a chance
He's sippin' 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
Yeah, this is how illegitimate children are born

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