NEVER GOOD AT MATH

Gotta be a hundred guys in here tonight
That’s two hundred eyes on you
Only one of us gonna get it right
Ninety-nine are gonna lose

A little courage gotta count for something
So, girl, here goes nothing

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I got twenty dollars in my pocket
Ninety minutes till they close
Enough to buy a round or two
After that nobody knows
Let’s subtract these other guys
Add a slow dance in that jukebox light
Odds are that I don’t stand a chance
But I was never good at math
I was never good at math

I swear I caught you lookin’ my way
At least a dozen times
There’s a million reasons I should just walk away
But girl I can’t count that high

CHORUS repeat

I got twenty dollars in my pocket
Ninety minutes till they close
Enough to buy a round or two
After that nobody knows
Let’s subtract these other guys
Girl, I’ll make that smile multiply
Odds are that I don’t stand a chance
But I was never good at math
I was never good at math