Standing at the bar, and BAM one, two, three!
How many more drinks will you buy for me?

You say I'm smart, and so unbearably cute
And that's a solid argument I can't refute
So I smile and turn pink as you flatter me
But maybe I'm just pink from all the whiskey

Lurking about, slamming down shots
Losing my mind and stirring in thoughts
Fuzzy and dizzy. Stumbling, stained blouse
Now somehow I've ended up in your house

Numb, and half asleep, I see your ceiling spin
As you pound me fiercely, and quickly shove it in
I'm not sure who you are now, but I'll sleep here
I don't wanna wake up dead, I hope that's clear