Panic! At The Disco - Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time (Wargaming.fm) | Текст песни

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Alright, Alright
Alright, Alright

Alright, Alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
Alright, Alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though,

Who are these people?
I just woke up in my underwear,
No liquor left on the shelf,
I should probably introduce myself.

You should’ve seen what I wore,
I had a cane and a party hat,
I was the king of this hologram,
Where there’s no such thing as getting out of hand.

Memories tend to just pop up,
Drunk pre-meds and some rubber gloves,
5000 people with designer drugs,
Don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

(Don’t think I’ll ever get enough!)

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline,
And most things in between,
I roam the city in a shopping cart,
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm,
This night is heating up,
We sell and turn it up,
Saying if you go on you might pass out in a drain pipe.

Oh yeah

Don’t threaten me with a good time

It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
Alright, Alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though,

What are these footprints?
They don’t look very human-like,
Now I wish that I could find my clothes,
Bedsheets and a morning rose,
I wanna wake up can’t even tell if this is a dream,
How did we end up in my neighbors pool,
Upside down with a perfect view.

Bought a bar at the speed of sound,
Fancy feet dancing through this town,
Lost my mind in a wedding gown,
Don’t think I’ll ever get it now.

(Don’t think I’ll ever get it now!)

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline,
And most things in between,
I roam this city in a shopping cart,
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm,
This night is heating up,
We sell and turn it up,
Saying if you go on you might pass out in a drain pipe.

Oh yeah

Don’t threaten me with a good time

I’m a scholar and a gentleman,
And I usually don’t fall when I try to stand,
I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt,
But I make these high heels work,
I told you time and time again,
I’m not as think as you drunk I am,
And we all fell down when the sun came up,
I think we’ve had enough.

Alright, Alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
Alright, Alright
It’s a hell of a feeling though,
It’s a hell of a feeling though.

Champagne, Cocaine, Gasoline,
And most things in between,
I roam the city in a shopping cart,
A pack of camels and a smoke alarm,
This night is heating up,
We sell and turn it up,
Saying if you go on you might pass out in a drain pipe.

Oh yeah

Don’t threaten me with a good time.


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