One more shot, a little lower with the top, going home alone isn't happening...

One more night on her own, could be the end of her.

Down that shot, flaunt the lot, tonight she won't be going home alone.

Pull thoughs trousers lower, that top more down, shake that ass, flaunt that class...

Hitch that skirt up, pull that top a little lower, pout thoughs lips, batter thoughs eye lashes...

Fell in love, realized better to fall out of it...

You'll always be the boy that broke her heart.

Will always be that little girl with the broken heart.

Never wanna grow up.

More than he will ever deserve