I woke up late; I didn't know where I was
I didn't even remember her face
Got out of bed and I fell on the floor
Empty bottles all over the place
Felling guilty wondering what have I done
That woman she ain't ma babe
Felling horny, guess I made a mistake
I didn't get her address, her name.
I remember I met you at the bar
We had some beers, “you played my guitar”
You paid the bill and we went upstairs for a ride.
And we ride. Not once, but twice.
And we ride.
It’s almost noon and I got a headache
I’m thinking ‘bout the night before
It was great, but what about now?
I’m all alone, feeling I’ve been ignored
My phone rings, there’s a message that says
“Hey babe, I’m begging for more
Won’t you come over later tonight?”
It’s not ma babe, but what am I waiting for?
It doesn’t matter if I’m going too far
But let’s skip the meeting at the bar
I know exactly what you’re waiting for. And it’s more.
And more. Not less, but more.
Take some more.
