see you walk into the room   too many shots are going through my veins   see you wishing for a bride and groom   too many thoughts are going through your brain.   don't feel deserted   you've got another thing coming another thing coming to you babe      run 'till we're sold   spend several shots to ease this subtle night   we're so cold   weekend summer failures are allighned   flush with your eyes   lets kiss just one more time      all you retro-indie-hipster fucks   are strictly sexual to test your luck   and you're pobably in his car   making kids god forbid you've gone too far   don't feel extorted, you're just a hoe fo sho'