Wake up and turn off the TV, My mouth's dry, My stomach's uneasy, What a crazy night, Roll off the couch and go get some coffee, Open the fridge but
I'm spinning webs inside my bedroom tryin' to catch a fly, Girl who knows how to make my head spin, make my temperature rise She's hot she knows She
I open my eyes to skylines From my deep and peaceful slumber This is better then knowing where we are On an open road, so far from home I get this feeling
Twisted squeezed and wrung like a mop Too tight to beat too wet to stop I can hear the drips forming a puddle And I can see my reflection Face blurred
