Hard To Get


The music and lights start to give you a headache
You keep your composure but you’re barely awake
Nauseous and complaining about your heels
You’re about to throw up all your meals
Turning down invitations to the dance floor
You don’t want to be here anymore
Waiting for your friend to get back the bar
She drove and has the keys to the car
But here comes this nice guy
No longer in the mood you prepare to lie
If it had been an hour earlier he’d have a chance
But tonight you don’t dance


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