Last Friday Night
There's a stranger in my bed. There's a pounding in my head. Glitter all
over the room. Pink flamingos in the pool. I smell like a mini bar. DJ's
passed out in the yard. Barbie's on the barbecue. There is a hickey or a
bruise?
Yeah, we danced on table tops. And we took too many shots. Think we
kissed but I forgot. Yeah, we maxed our credit cards. And got kicked out
of the bar. So we hit the boulevard. We went streaking in the park. Skinny
dipping in the dark. Then had a ménage à trois.
xo