Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the the other night,
to, you know, dance my bitches,
that guy was again,
he's like, i'm sorry for what i said weekend,
i him i didn't mind,
was a lie,
but i was sorry,
and i want to apologize,
it was just a text,
in my i was writing a fiction of us,
my eyes,
i was for things my lips would never ask,
but my mouth pouring desperate clauses of random intent,
he me if he can text me later,
the club,
he hands me another of vodka,
and i say, sure.
i'm on the when i get a text from Adam,
i'm too to type so i send a photo i took up a dancer's skirt,
him to come get it,
not realising what i had said,
later on he comes up to me, holds up her phone, at me,
and i say, i'm sorry, it was a drunk text,
i should have known knew eachother,
is safe in the twiitersphere anymore,
if you take the word sex and mix it with texting, called sexting,
when you add drunk sexting, the words don't make any sense,
it's a hot mess of obscenities, body parts and run-on questions,
i'm not sure what he to ask,
i get a text my best friend,
she's getting bottle service,
she's like, guy wants me to wet your lips with his bottle,
he wants me to bring more girls up, like some of pimp,
are you kidding me?
it's just moment and one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame,
be damned if i end up in some lame diner after this,
last lingerie in my purse,
it was just a text,
it was a drunk text,
is the last time i'll ever drink and text,
it was just a text,
it was a drunk text.