There's a stranger in my bed There's a pounding in my head Glitter all over the room Pink flamingoes in the pool
I smell like a minibar TJ's passed out in the yard Bobby's on the barbecue This a hickey or a bruise?
Trying to connect the dots Don't know what to tell my boss Think the city towed my car Chandelier is on the floor Ripped my favourite party dress Warrants out for my arrest Think I need a ginger ale That was such an epic fail
Pictures of last Night Ended up online I'm screwed Oh well
It's a blacked out blur But I'm pretty sure it ruled Damn
Last Friday night Yeah, we danced on table tops And we took too many shots Think we kissed but I forgot Last Friday night Yeah, we maxed our credit cards And got kicked out of the bars So we hit the boulevard Last Friday night We went streaking in the park Skinnydipping in the dark Then had a ménage a trios Last Friday night Yeah, I think we broke the law Always say we're gonna stop-op, woah But this Friday night Do it all again