Think I´m drunk enough to drive you home now
I´ll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key
That´s rusted firm, no lie
´Cause all these conversations wind
On and on
On and on
On and on

Drinking champagne from a paper cup
It´s never quite the same
And every sip´s moving through my eyes
And up into my brain
At half past two, about time to leave
´Cause the DJ´s playing rhythm and blues
Sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin grooves
As I´m waiting around for you

Think I´m drunk enough to drive you home now
I´ll keep my mouth kept shut under lock and key
That´s rusted firm, no lie
´Cause all these conversations wind
On and on
On and on
On and on