She Got Drunk Last Night - Reba McEntire

She was flagging down the waiter

She was feeling 'bout as faded as the flowers from that wallpaper

Nobody even asked for her ID when she walked in there

Don’t know how long she’d been there

She was fixing up her hair and fumbling though her purse

She was tired of feeling lonely

She was tired of feeling old

She was hating the idea of going home alone

So she got drunk last night

Drunk enough to call

That number in her phone that she would never call

Without the alcohol

But she needed an excuse

To let herself get used

And so that’s why

She got drunk the way she’d never

The way she hadn’t in forever

But she needed to feel better, and wanted and beautiful

Even if he didn’t love her

And it had been a long time over

She had to make one more mistake

And she couldn’t do that sober

Yeah she needed an excuse

To let herself get used

And so that’s why

She got drunk last night

She got drunk last night