Letra de Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Get Me Naked
Let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation. From every drink's glass drips condensation. She's got her jacket on her back. We put our last drinks back And hit the first red light.No one moves; no one standsRed-lip-sticks on her drink glassHe's gone for three nights, come on He's gone for three nights, come on Come on come on come onI got somewhere else to be