One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four
She had eyes that I couldn't ignore
Chatted her up out on the dance floor
She was out of cigarettes so I walked her to the store

Skirt pulled up, pushed up against the wall
But she pauses just the take a call
Joanne says "girl, what the fuck are you doing?
All these boys are gonna be your ruin"

Now I can't help but overhear
As I'm kissing from her neck to her ear
Well, if any of them meant it I'd mean it back
It never meant anything but a case of the clap
Girl please let me call you back
Why?
'Cause it's all beginning to sound like a rap

Sometimes it's just one of those nights
Ain't you never had it happen to you?
Then you go home too soon, go home too soon

You could blame it on the music
But it wouldn't be right
'Cause I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes

Must be the moon
Must be the moon

Kissing in the cab on the way back 'cross the bridge
She said "love is love but a fuck is what it is"
"And what's that?"
She must have read my mind
'Cause she looked into my eyes and she said "a good time"
She kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch
She kissed me as I fumbled with the key in the front door
One time, two times, three times, four
But really, who was keeping score?
We did it on the bed and we did it on the floor
But I was surprised when I got the cold shoulder
(The next morning)
She said "you just got me hot, I finished off while you were snoring"