Well, Portland, Oregon and sloe gin fizz
If that ain't love then tell me what is
Well, I lost my heart it didn't take no time
But that ain't all. I lost my mind, in Oregon.
In a booth in the corner with the lights down low
I was movin' in fast, she was takin' it slow
Well, I looked at him and caught him lookin' at me
I knew right then we were playin' free, in Oregon.
Next day we knew last night, got drunk
But we loved enough for the both of us
In the morning when the night had sobered up
It was much too late for the both of us, in Oregon.
Well, sloe gin fizz works mighty fast
When you drink it by the pitcher and not by the glass
Hey bartender, before you close
Pour us one more drink and a pitcher to go.
And a pitcher to go.
And a pitcher to go...
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