Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the the other night,
to, you know, dance my bitches,
that guy was again,
like, i'm sorry for what i said last 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 begging for things my lips would ask,
but my mouth kept pouring desperate clauses of intent,
he asked me if he can me later,
the club,
he me another shot of vodka,
and i say, sure.
i'm on the when 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 what i had just said,
later on he comes up to me, up her phone, screaming at me,
and i say, i'm sorry, it was just a text,
i should have known knew eachother,
no-one is safe in the anymore,
if you take the word sex and mix it texting, it's called sexting,
when you add drunk sexting, the words just don't any sense,
it's a hot mess of misfailed obscenities, body parts and questions,
i'm not sure what he to ask,
i get a text my best friend,
she's upstairs getting service,
like, this guy wants me to wet your lips with his bottle,
he me to bring more girls up, like some kind of pimp,
are you f*cking me?
it's just another moment and one stupid reply can to the walk of shame,
be damned if i end up in some lame diner after this,
last nights in my purse,
it was a drunk text,
it was a drunk text,
this is the time i'll ever drink and text,
it was a drunk text,
it was a drunk text.