| The afterparty’s rockin', girl
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| And everybody’s dancing for you
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| But you’re just drinking all my Ballantine
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| And laughing while your lips turn blue
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| Your friends are all uptight
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| And everybody’s in an awkward mood
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| So you keep drinking all my Ballantine
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| And laughing while your lips turn blue
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| I’m not really planning on coming back
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| I thought I told you that
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| I guess I dreamt I told you that
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| The streets are slow and silent
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| And the backyard is a beat parade
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| So, I’m just sweeping up the garbage
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| While I listen to the songs you play
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| Where everybody’s trying but they
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| Just can’t get it straight
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| So, I’m just sweeping up the garbage
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| While I whistle all the songs you play
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| I keep changing my mind all the time
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| I hope you think that that’s alright
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| Yeah, I hope you tell me that that’s all right
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| So, I’m just slurring in the shade
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| When the daylight breaks
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| And you and me have got it made
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| Yeah, I think you and me have got it made |