Oh, What a Night

Elle Varner

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    (Verse)
    My clothes and all my makeup smeared
    I'm looking crazy
    Got numbers on my hand
    I'm such a freaking lady
    My mouth is dry
    I'm feeling kinda grimmy
    'Cause I got this sign open to remind me

    (Chorus)
    Oh what a night,oh what a night
    Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
    And I got myself too drunk to drive
    Oh what a night
    I left my car parked at the club
    Woke up in the morning can't find my truck
    I barely made it home alive
    Oh what a night

    (Verse)
    My rommie says I bought the club a round on my tab
    And I was so far gone she had to call me again
    But I won't let nobody tell me nothing
    'Cause all in all I had that party rocking

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    (Chorus)
    Oh what a night,oh what a night
    Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
    And I got myself too drunk to drive
    Oh what a night
    I left my car parked at the club
    Woke up in the morning can't find my truck
    I barely made it home alive
    Oh what a night

    (Verse)
    Well maybe I was trippin'
    Just a little who am I?
    Kidding, hanging with the boys too long
    And I quit sipping
    Look at me buying bottles
    It's for my team
    I don't do it for the models shit
    I still remember hanging at the bar
    Hoping I could get a drink or two
    From a player or a star
    And now I got my money in the ballas
    I'll take your number but I'll probably never call you 'cause
    Baby, I'm a lil' bit buzzed
    And right now you look good in this club
    But it could be a whole 'nother side
    When they turn on the light,
    They turn on the light

    (Chorus x2)
    Oh what a night,oh what a night
    Straight shots of Patrone and a slice of lime
    And I got myself too drunk to drive
    Oh what a night
    I left my car parked at the club
    Woke up in the morning can't find my truck
    I barely made it home alive
    Oh what a night

    (Outro)
    I hate to be a quitter,
    But I'm thinking 'bout my liver
    And the liquour that I give it
    Is gonna kill me even quicker
    And I'm already a natural disaster
    Don't need nothing to be taking me no faster
    I really gotta go and see my pastor
    What a night

    Song details

    Composition: Al Shuckburgh and Elle Varner

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