It's in the way she often calls me out
it's in the cut of your pretty gown
your 'come on' legs and your panty hose
you look so pretty with your bloody nose
we gon come together, we gon celebrate, we gon get around like its your birthday
i dont wanna know just what im gonna do
i dont care where youre goin, im comin home with you
walkin her home with the grassy field
fallin and laughin at the drinks we spilled
just one of those nights that i had to share
chasing the [dead?] without a care