One glass of wine and you're mine and you know i just might...
Well the room goes boom to the sound of temptations and more
Twisting and turning that girl's looking good on the floor...
Well the four walls they collide
Until the blue-eyed girl decides to let me go home
Let me go home
Host plays a ghost in my house, gets a fist in the eye
Vinyl is crushed in the rush for the liquor supply...
Supremes in our dreams
Do we quit bein' obscene on the stairs
Daylight appears through the curtains and nobody cares...
Well the four walls they collide
Until the blue-eyed girl decides to let me go home
Let me go home