| Well, she picked me up in a German car
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| And she took me out to an Irish bar
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| Where I drank some beer in a plastic cup
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| 'Til I had some trouble standing up
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| And then she drove downtown to a strobe-lit space
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| Where all the guys wore chains and the thumping bass
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| Was so intense I could barely feel my face
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| Then I think I asked her back to my place
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| But that’s all I recall
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| And when I woke up in the hall
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| I was alone and softly groaning
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| And I lost my keys, and I lost my phone
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| And I wondered what I did or said
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| That I might soon regret
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| It was the night I can’t remember
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| With the girl I can’t forget
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| Well, I was reeling, watching the ceiling spin
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| The next evening when my friends walked in
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| And when I asked them if they knew where I’d been
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| They didn’t speak at first, they only grinned
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| You see, I’m not the type to get in fights
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| But that might not have been the case last night
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| Because they heard that I had a word or two
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| With the man who asked, «Is she with you?»
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| And if I took it the wrong way
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| I guess that’s not for me to say
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| Though it seems I may have slipped up
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| When I offered him some grooming tips
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| But at least that helps explain
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| The cuts and bruises on my head
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| From the night I can’t remember
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| With the girl I can’t forget
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| And it’s all coming back now
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| Don’t know how to react now
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| Guess I’ll let it go
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| I’m not so sure I want to know
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| Well, I was back at work at 9:15
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| When a message popped up on my screen
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| It said, «Pick me up at 8:45
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| And we can give it one more try»
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| And now that I’m with her
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| The whole thing seems a bit absurd
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| Though she never fails to tell the tale
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| Of the time she had to post my bail
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| And for giving me a second chance
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| I’m forever in her debt
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| Since the night I can’t remember
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| She’s the girl I will never forget |