I think I m drunk enough to drive you home now
I ll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
That s rusted firmno lie
Cause all these conversations wind on and on....

Drinking champagne from a paper cup
Is never quite the same
And every sip s moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two; about time to leave
Cause the DJ s playing rhythm and blues
A sad-sorry statestutter step to those slammin grooves
As i m waiting around for you....

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