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