Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the club the night,
to, you know, dance my bitches,
that guy was again,
he's like, i'm sorry for what i last weekend,
i told him i mind,
was a lie,
but i was sorry,
and i didn't to apologize,
it was just a text,
in my head i was a fiction of us,
my eyes,
i was begging for things my would never ask,
but my mouth kept pouring desperate clauses of intent,
he asked me if he can me later,
the club,
he hands me shot of vodka,
and i say, sure.
i'm on the dancefloor i get a text from Adam,
i'm too lazy to type so i send a photo i up a dancer's skirt,
him to come get it,
not realising i had just said,
later on he up to me, holds up her phone, screaming at me,
and i say, i'm sorry, it was a drunk text,
i should known they knew eachother,
no-one is safe in the anymore,
if you take the sex and mix it with texting, it's called sexting,
when you add sexting, the words just don't make any sense,
a hot mess of misfailed obscenities, body parts and run-on questions,
i'm not sure what he to ask,
i get a from my best friend,
upstairs 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 another and one stupid reply can lead to the walk of shame,
i'll be damned if i end up in some lame after this,
last lingerie in my purse,
it was just a text,
it was just a text,
this is the last time ever drink and text,
it was just a text,
it was just a text.