I woke up in a stranger's bed
in a room that's not my own.
I gathered, from the perfumed sheets,
that I was not alone.

Spooning with me was a girl
not like the girls back home.
The girls back home don't sport tattoos
The girls back home sleep clothed.

This girl moaned softly in my ear
and stroked my morning glory.
I'm not the sort to kiss and tell,
so here I'll end the story.