Let's get the fuck 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-lip-sticks 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