Let's get the $#&@ out of here, it's like a congregation
From every drink's glass drips condensation
She's got her jacket on her back

We put our last drinks back
And hit the first red light


No one moves, no one stands

Red lipstick's on her drink glass


He's gone for three nights, come on
He's gone for three nights, come on

Come on, come on, come on

I got somewhere else to be