Her

Well, he was sitting at the bar with her

When I walked in

And a few beers later he, she and I

Were friends

Said, "I'm glad I got to know you

Heaven knows how much a friend is worth

And the one thing I like the most about you is her"

He said, "Yeah, she's something special"

As she looked at me with those big blues

There was something about those legs

And the way they fit into her high heeled shoes

I said, "Man, you're mighty lucky"

He said, "Thank you" as his words began to slur

I said, "Old friend you need another drink

Here's a toast to you and me and her"

The next thing I knew he's passed out at the bar

My luck she wound up on the dance floor in my arms

A couple dances later

I had her at a table of our own

He was resting comfortably in la-la land transported by Patron

Thought it's time to get on out of here

But maybe I should wait and thank him first

But then the only thing I really even liked about him at all was her

Yeah, the moral of the story

Is if you take your girl somewhere to quench your thirst

Don't drink more than the other guy

And always, always, keep your eyes on her