Last Friday Night

There’s a stranger in my bed
There’s a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingoes in the pool
I smell like a minibar
TJ’s passed out in the yard
Bobby’s on the barbecue
This a hickey or a bruise?
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I’m screwed
Oh well
It’s a blacked out blur
But I’m pretty sure it ruled
Damn!
Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on table tops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot
Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bars
So we hit the boulevard
Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinnydipping in the dark
Then had a m