Written by: Joseph Deeb


So much for clean sheets and a good week
We’ve got these rosy cheeks, loving words to speak

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Baby, should I stick around would you paint this town
With me tonight, I want you in my life, baby tonight

We’ll blow our money on a good time
When everything’s funny, they’re all good lines
We’ll feast our eyes, on a full plate
And use our credit cards, and the valet oh yeah

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They won’t understand us babe
They don’t really have to
We know where we’re going, we know what we wanna do

We’ll drink from paper cups only the best wine
And toast each Saturday to last a lifetime
We’ll drive all night, yeah ‘til it’s too late
To charge our Texaco card with a full tank oh yeah

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