When this keeps coming up again and again
I'm counting on my relative friends
It's hard to rely on the rhythm section
'Cause this keeps coming up again and again
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
I can't keep counting on my relative friends
Why doesn't someone stop me?
Who are tall, dark and scared and just praying for some action
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
Why doesn't someone stop me?
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
And we can talk all we want but all I can say
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
Is that I'm sorry and I'm sorry but I'm never gonna do it again
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
'Cause this keeps coming up again and again
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
Counting on my relative friends
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
Someone stop me
For the sixth or seventh night in a row
If everybody knows how it's gonna end
Yeah, we're all just the same, a bunch of slaves to fashion
Why doesn't someone stop me?
Because I'm sick of waking up on your floor
I'm lying next to you in all of my clothes
How am I supposed to know what makes this happen?
When they're all packing up and they're heading for the exit
Someone stop me
