Saturday, August 28, 2010

Last Friday Night

There's a stranger in my bed, There's a pounding my head, Glitter all over the room,
Pink flamingos in the pool, I smell like a minibar, DJ's passed out in the yard.
Barbie's on the barbeque. There's a hickie or a bruise, Pictures of last night, Ended up online. I
'm screwed-- Oh well. It's a black top blur, But I'm pretty sure it ruled.

Last Friday night, Yeah we danced on tabletops and we took too many shots. Think we kissed but I forgot.
Last Friday night, Yeah we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the bar so we hit the boulevard.
Last Friday night, We went streaking in the park, Skinny dipping in the dark, Then had a menage a trois.
Last Friday night, Yeah I think we broke the law. Always say we're gonna stop-op whoa-oh-oah.

Trying to connect the dots, Don't know what to tell my boss, Think the city towed my car, Chandelier is on the floor, Wrecked my favorite party dress, Warrants out for my arrest, Think I need a ginger ale.
That was such an epic fail.

This Friday night, Do it all again.

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