I think i'm drunk enough to drive you home now i'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key that's rusted firm, no lie 'cause all these conversations wind on and on... drinking champagne from a paper cup is 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 a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves as i'm waiting around for you...