Original lyrics
ENPour me hard liquor over s-oft music
At a table with only one chair
From the first lonely song till the last drop is gone
She'll be hanging round somewhere
She may appear like an angel through a smoky crowd
Or fall in a teardrop I can't hold back now
Pour me hard liquor over soft music
And she'll be hanging round somewhere
She may dance softly in the can-dle light
Reflecting her old memories everywhere
You may find me glancing in the sparkling wine
For she'll be hanging round somewhere
She'll be hanging round somewhere
