Six to two in St. Louis and I turned the game off before the third ended — some nights you just cut your losses. Now I'm washing the whole thing off and starting my Friday over. Come make this morning worth waking up for.
Six to two in St. Louis and I turned the game off before the third ended — some nights you just cut your losses. Now I'm washing the whole thing off and starting my Friday over. Come make this morning worth waking up for.
Phantom's at the Smith Center and I dressed for the drama — velvet seats, a low neckline, and the hall filling up around me. Come find me before curtain.
Watched my Knights collapse in person and now sleep has officially given up on me too — it's barely morning and I'm still in last night's dress. Coffee's doing all the work. Come take the next shift.
Lightning come to town tonight and I'm already at the book with my ticket printed — I never bet a game I don't plan on celebrating. You watching this one with me, or are you scared?
Thirty-one to nothing and my money went down with it — this town owes me a win. So I'm collecting at the pool instead, and I don't share my lounger. Come do the sunscreen honors.
Everyone in this town is glued to the Raiders game and the gym is completely mine — last set done and I'm dripping. This sports bra stopped winning an hour ago. Come spot me.
Six goals and a Stone hat trick, and I still haven't bothered getting dressed — the jersey's carrying the whole look today. Come keep me company in this kitchen.
Puck drop is hours away but I claimed my bar top early and the machine's already paying me. Dress wasn't made to behave for a full afternoon. Come take the seat next to me.
Knights and Metallica landed on the same night and I picked the loud one — the score's on my phone between songs anyway. Which side of town are you on?
Bush is playing halftime when the Bills come to town and I've had Glycerine on repeat since the news dropped. Two outfits on the bed and neither one is winning yet — tell me which one you want to see me in.