It's those late drunken nights The contamination of the Moscato That makes it hard not to Want you in the bed. That late drunken night When the moon told it no But it's body carried on anyway Because those late drunken nights They're addicted to your lips To your soft skin, and **** that smile And the way you stare into their eyes. Every time it's a late drunken night It's you it wants as prey Sometimes just to lay Other times just to liquify That space between your thighs And be the one to **** it dry Those late drunken nights like To go until you ****** Til you pulling it's hair And scratching it's bare back. Til it's breath resembles your na na And you can't take it no mas, nada Those late drunken nights They always want your *** But when the drunken night rests It wakes up the next morning, Not even remembering your name...