I think Im drunk enough to drive you home now
Ill keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key
thats rusted firm, no lie
cause all these conversations wind on and on...
Drinking champagne from a paper cup
is never quite the same
and every sips moving through my eyes
and up into my brain
at half past two; about time to leave
cause the DJs playing rhythm and blues
a sad-sorry state; stutter step to those slammin grooves
as Im waiting around for you...
