Tough Guys

He’s not right…that boy over at the end of the bar…somethin’ wrong with him…

Think so…

Yeah…he keeps lookin’ over here…drinkin’ and lookin’ over here…

At us…

Yep…like he’s lookin’ for a fight…start some trouble…

I could take care of him…

Oh…I’m not worried…but…he keeps lookin’…like he wants somethin’…

Sure he’s not starin’ at that blonde behind us…

Different type of stare…and he’s aimin’ his eyes right at us…

Go ask him what he wants…

I’m sizin’ him up…

Maybe you’re lookin’ for a fight…

Maybe…maybe…

He’s not starin’ at us…I can see his eyes…he’s just drunk and gazin’ the room…

I could’ve swore…

Nope…now don’t go startin’ nothin’…think you’re paranoid…’sides…he’s a big son of a bitch…don’t write a check your ass can’t cover…

You said you could take him…

I could…just don’t want to…drink your beer…quit eyein’ him…just quit now…hear…

I hear ya…I hear ya…

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