There's a stranger in my bed,There's a pounding my headGlitter all over the roomPink flamingos in the poolI smell like a minibarDJ's passed out in the yardBarbie's on the barbequeThere's a hickie or a bruisePictures of last nightEended up onlineI'm screwedOh wellIt's a black top blurBut I'm pretty sure it ruledLast Friday nightYeah we danced on tabletopsAnd we took too many shotsThink we kissed
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