Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the club the night
To, you know, dance my bitches
guy was there again
He's
I'm sorry for what I last weekend
I told him I didn't mind, was a lie
But I was equally
And I want to apologize
It was just a text
In my I was writing a fiction of us
Behind my eyes, I was for
Things my lips could ask
And my kept pouring
clauses of random intent
He me if he could text me later
After the
He hands me shot of vodka
And I say,

I'm on the dance when I get a text from Adam
I'm too lazy to type, so I him a photo I took up a dancer's skirt
And tell him to and get it
Not realizing I had just said
Later on, she up to me
up her phone screaming at me and I say
I'm sorry, it was just a text

I should've known they knew other
No one is safe in the twitter anymore
You take the word sex, and mix it with
It's called
When you add sexting
The words just don't sense

a hot mess of misspelled obscenities,
Body parts, run on
I'm not what it means to ask