i think i`m drunk enough to drive you home now
i`ll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
that`s rusted firm, no lie
`cause all these conversations wind on and on...
drinking champagne from a paper cup
is never quite the same
and every sip`s moving through my eyes
and up into my brain
at half past two; about time to leave
`cause the dj`s playing rhythm and blues
a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin` grooves
as i`m waiting around for you