So its just another friday night
Having you in my arms, everything will be alright
Who cares about painting the city red
Knowing you can turn me wild and crazy once you get into my head
A toast to life and a sip of you
Blowing some smoke and dancing all night through
I cant seem to reach my bed so I'll sleep on the stairs
Screaming, 'I still prefer my sour grapes than sweet pears'
In the morning, I look at your empty self beside this weary body of mine
Reminiscing the sweet taste of fine wine