Let’s get the fuck out of here

It’s like a congregation

From every drink’s glass drips condensation

She’s got her jacket on her back

We put our last drinks back

And hit the first red light

No one moves, no one stands

Red lipstick’s on her drink glass

He’s gone for three nights, come on

He’s gone for three nights, come on

Come on, come on, come on

I got somewhere else to be