She draws the costume correct
In thick black and red eyeliner
She's too young for the club
But the guys at the door don't mind her
The boys are all lining up for
Their chance to wine and dine her
She thinks she's working the scene
But she's caught up in a web full of spiders
(And all the drinks they buy her)
Hey, hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby
Just likes how it smells
Says, "Maybe you can drive me home
If you want"
Then you wake up beside her, saying:
"Baby, I think you should leave...."
She had a really rough night
She got too high; now she can't...breathe
And if the ambulance comes,
You know they're gonna bring the police
So you wrap her up tight
Put her to sleep beneath a willow tree
And your hands are clean....
Hey, hey!
She don't like cocaine, baby
Just likes how it smells
Says, "Maybe you can drive me home
If you want"
So go out and have your fun tonight
You might as well go out and raise your glass to life
Go out and have your fun tonight
You might as well go out and raise your drinks to life
'Cause we're all going to hell....
And so now we can see how easily we become
Hopelessly tangled up in the very webs we've spun
So give me one last line, and I promise you I'm done:
This is the story of how one night can weigh a ton
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