Wake me up before I drop out on you
You treat me rough to show that you care and I just can't refuse baby
If I had a promise from you
I'd get up and out of my bed instead i've been subdued
Wake me up before I drop out on you
The TV life is working alright, it feels so good to lose baby
If I had a promise from you
I'd get up and out of my head instead I'm so confused
Let's sift through the haze, of the past seven days
Moet in mud, and a bottle of bud and Monday looks divine
Let's trip through the maze, away from everybody's gaze
Your vice like grip on my sherbet dip, I guess I'll get in line
Was it just the margaritas, or are you looking at me?
Without a fuss, you