| Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Get Me Naked |
|---|
| Let’s get the fuck out of here |
| It’s like a congregation |
| From every drink’s glass drips condensation |
| She’s got her jacket on her back |
| We put our last drinks back |
| And hit the first red light |
| No one moves, no one stands |
| Red lipstick’s on her drink glass |
| He’s gone for three nights, come on |
| He’s gone for three nights, come on |
| Come on, come on, come on |
| I got somewhere else to be |
