Do shots first, ask questions later on
And tomorrow morning figure out where it all went wrong
See if we can try to stay the hell out of our own way
I feel like I've known you my whole life
My life didn't start until tonight
Now we're feeling so good
We're feeling so fine
Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time
And this is totally obvious
Obviously wrong
I gotta know how this ends, so go on
Back to your place after the bars close
And I'm feeling strangely turned on at the sight of your dirty clothes
Critiquing your refrigerator magnet poetry
Smelling the latest issue of Seventeen
Wondering how all this will read in your diary
I ask your Magic 8 Ball
But I know what I'll get
Could this be the real thing?
It says, Don't Count on It.
Together but somehow alone
We go on
This is totally obvious
Obviously wrong
But this is turning me on
I gotta know how this ends, so go on