Something tells me its 3 o'clock
I can't speak it's your damn fault
Kept me up last night until 4
Like the night before and the night before
The thought of you burns my mouth
Turns my stomach inside out
I think we better call it a night
More of you is gonna make me want to fight
Wake up, Wake up I'm your man
That little red top's gonna come right off in a 1 night stand
When I meet my maker
When I find my mark
Red top girl's gonna keep me warm in the cold, cold dark