1 Drink, 2 drinks, 3 drinks, 4.
She had eyes that I couldn't ignore.
I chatted her up out on the dancefloor.
She was out of cigarettes so I walked her to the store.
Skirt pulled up pushed against the wall.
But she pauses just to take a call.
Joanne says "girl what the fuck are you doing? All these boys are gonna be your ruin."
Now I can't help but overhear.
As I'm kissing from her neck to her ear.
"Well if any of them meant it I'd mean it back."
- "It never meant anything but a case of the clap."
"Girl please I'm over that. Anyways let me call you back." (why?)
Cause it's all beginning to sound like a rap.
Sometimes it's just one of those nights.
Ain't you never had it happen too soon.
Then you go home too soon. Go home too soon.
You could blame it on the music
But it wouldn't be right.
Cause I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes.
Must be the moon
Must be the moon
Must be the moon
must be the moon
must be the...
Kissing in the cab on the way back cross the bridge.
She said "love is love but a fuck is what it is"
"And what's that?" she must have read my mind.
She looked in to my eyes and she said "a good time"
She kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch.
She kissed me as I fumbled with the key in the front door.
1 time, 2 times, 3 times, 4.
But really, who was keeping score.
We did it on the bed and we did it on the floor.
But I was surprised when I got the cold shoulder (the next morning)
She said "you just got me hot, I finished off while you were snoring"
Sometimes it's just one of those nights.
Ain't you never had it happen too soon.
Then you go home too soon. Go home too soon.
You could blame it on the music
But it wouldn't be right.
Cause I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes.
must be the moonlight
must be the moonlight
must be the moonlight