She had the cool and distant gaze
Of a girl who wasn't raised
Because she's self-made

Now a woman not fazed
By the other's selfish rage
She made love

She didn't get laid
She made love
She didn't get laid


And the drum was always going
When the beer was free and flowing

Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times
Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times


Well she was hot
A hot girl, hot night
Yeah she was hot

All right

Lyin' $#&@ed up on the floor

Yeah she was $#&@ed up on the floor
She put her head into the pain, into the pain
She put her head into the pain, into the pain

And then she pulled back, the bloody remains

Well she was hot

A hot girl, hot night
Yeah she was hot
Well all right