Luyện nghe bài hát Drunk Text

I went out to the the other night
To, you know, dance my bitches
guy was there again
He's
I'm sorry for I said last weekend
I him I didn't mind, which was a lie
But I was equally
And I didn't want to
It was just a text
In my head I was a fiction of us
my eyes, I was begging for
Things my lips could ask
And my mouth pouring
Desperate clauses of random
He asked me if he could me later
the club
He hands me another shot of
And I say,

I'm on the dance floor when I get a text Adam
I'm too to type, so I send him a photo I took up a dancer's skirt
And him to come and get it
Not what I had just said
Later on, she up to me
Holds up her phone at me and I say
I'm sorry, it was a drunk text

I should've known knew each other
No one is in the twitter sphere anymore
You take the word sex, and mix it texting
It's called
When you add drunk
The just don't make sense

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