Hungover Together

You're a fine desert flower, to these bloodshot eyes
 The sunset's got nothing on you.
 Each night finds me here, with a 12-pack of beer
 It's good, to wake-up near you
 My head is pounding, and I need a smoke
 But not as much as the touch of your skin
 And I must admit, that I feel like s**t
 And I'm late for work once again.
 And it's always good to see you my friend
 And to wake up hungover, together again
 I'll just lie here and watch you get dressed
 As I block the sun from my face
 Working ain't fair, so I'll drive you there
 Cuz I ain't going no place
 I can't find my shoes, and I can't find dress
 This is no way to start out the day
 Where the hell are my keys
 What's this bruise on my knee?
 What the hell did we do anyway last night.
 And it's always good to see you my friend
 And to wake up hungover, together again