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...