Uno, Dos, Tres, Cuatro!
Dressed in a Tom Wayne t-shirt
In walks the golden girl
Blessed with a now-chemical smile
Piss drunk on red wine and melody
The drink it sways addiction
But strengthens her convictions
Some words get slurred
Some lines get blurred
You see where this is heading
Oh come on
Don't go there
The beat skips on some hit remix
The dance floor moves and then forgets
I know just how they're feeling
The unbearable likeness of being
"Some stones are better left unturned"
She quoted Dondo and Kafka
"There is hope, though not for us"
Was there a point to all of...
Oh come on
Don't go there
Pass out still wearing all your clothes
Shut your eyes and let your head fill with ghosts
Oh come on
Wake up with one foot on the floor
The room spins a little slower than the night before
Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)
Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)
Oh come on (oh come on... oh come on...)
Don't go there (don't go there... don't go there...)