Sadie Hawkins Day
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Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda blind
Got tequila on my t-shirt, desperation on my mind
In just a couple days now I’ll be turning seventeen
And I got this little streak in me that’s twenty times mean
Dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but they get me drunk
And my ship’ll come in before I’m sunk
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda stewed
And the drug that fills my system puts me in a reckless mood
Wanna drink a little rum and have a lot of sex
Doing everything the opposite that dear old Dad expects
Gonna dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but they get me laid
And I’m off no better if I left or stayed
Well it’s early in the a.m. and I’m feelin’ kinda trashed
Somebody found a six-pack that he didn’t know he’d stashed
Said I’d fuck him for a Mickey, said I’d fuck him for a light
Won’t be the only actress at this curtain call tonight
Secret smile in his eyes, a bonfire in his hair
And the lace upon the push-up bra reminds me why it’s there
It’s early in the morning and the sky is turning grey
And I’m punching in his ticket ’cause it’s Sadie Hawkins Day
Dress it up, baby — this girl’s no lady
And she doesn’t want to be ignored
Heart like granite — where’s the vodka, dammit?
When I’m stone cold sober I’m stone cold bored
Dress it up more like a high school whore
Won’t leave ’til I get what I come for
Don’t like parties but I feel all right
And I be back again tomorrow night
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