I'm not good at making friends anymore
I'm a whore, according to her so high on her heels
And I feel

This lump in my throat, it won't leave me alone
'Cause I know what she's thinking when I'm all alone
And I get to the party in the kind of clothes
That tend to get lost somewhere on my way home so

All the ladies lose their pearls
I get stoned by the girls (they leave me)
Really with no other choice than
Getting high with the boys (I'm happy)
Getting high with the boys (they leave me)
Getting high with the boys

I get blinded by her bite, it hurts me
Reminds me how to crocodile cry the whole night
'Cause I find

This lump in my throat, it won't leave me alone
'Cause I know what she's thinking when I'm not alone
And he's dancing beside me in the kind of clothes
That tend to get lost somewhere on his way home so

All the ladies lose their pearls
I get stoned by the girls (they leave me)
Really with no other choice than
Getting high with the boys (I'm happy)

All the ladies lose their pearls
I get stoned by the girls (they leave me)
Really with no other choice than
Getting high with the boys (I'm happy)
Getting high with the boys (they leave me)
Getting high with the boys

Sip your single shot there, sweetie
Keep your green-eyed gaze on me

All the ladies lose their pearls
I get stoned by the girls, they leave me
Really with no other choice than
Getting high with the boys
I'm happy

La, la, la, la, la, la ah
La, la, la, la, la, ah, ha, ha
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la ah, ha, ha

La, la, la, la, la, la ah
La, la, la, la, la, ah, ha, ha
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la ah, ha, ha