Last night I was out of my head
Im sorry for the attitude and what I said
I was a little bit drunk when I called you up
I've been doing things that I was ashamed of
Running out of money if thats what it takes
and I get the credit for the rookie mistakes
and he just stands by and he makes me cry
like this is what dreams are made of
Like no ones gonna see us holding hands under the table
Baby take a shot
As we stand here sweating in the parking lot
Anyway youre really not my type
I usually prefer the more responsible kind
When they just give it up, do whatever I want
theres nothing that Im really afraid of
You cant explain because you dont understand
And I dont wanna talk about it ever again
You either couldnt play nice, gave me bad advice
or had me doing things that I was ashamed of
Like no one has a clue whats going on under the table
Then baby say my name
Cause Im one step up in your stupid game
Who tore my shirt who told my secret
Theres rug burn on my back
And your knees are blue and black
And you come back
To get your earrings and your camera
And your coffee pot, burning hot