And here I thought we would just be talking
Little did I know we’d be taking chances in the closet
You get a little drunk and you let a little loose
I might as well shut my mouth and have a couple drinks too
You push me up against the wall
And I can feel your hips and the bittersweet movement of our lips
You whisper to me, «I want you to be my first one and I want your first one to
be me.»
We better find a room as we stumble down the stairs
And everybody knows but we know nobody cares
You shorten my breath and you lay down on the floor
I remember everything but I forgot to lock the door
And you, my dear, are so sincere
With the way you’re breathing
And your eyes are bright, my chest is tight
We both know this isn’t right, this isn’t right
We stumble through the door and you’re holding my hand
And all of our friends won’t let us live it down
And I was so proud to finally be a man
But little did I know that this was nothing but a one night stand, oh
And you, my dear, are so sincere
With the way you’re breathing
And your eyes are bright, my chest is tight
We both know this isn’t right, this isn’t right
Now you’re screaming
«I don’t love you and I never did
You’re just a number in my pocket so
Get the hell over it.» Screaming
«I don’t love you and I never did
You’re just a number in my pocket so
Get the hell over it.» …
Just get the hell over it