Post-party
End up on a roam
My eyes are red
And yours are closed
We kiss so blindly
Shed our clothes
I'll put a record on

But no oh oh oh

I dream of scarlett
Think of exes
You try to give me oral pleasure
I try to focus
Hocus pocus
My mind has given up

Oh no oh oh oh
I couldn't get it up

We can just hold hands

Girl I really like you
But I'm having a bit of problem