Let's get the fuck out of here, it's like a congregation.
From every drink's glass drips condensation.
She's got her jacket on her back.
We put our last drinks back
And hit the first red light. 

No one moves; no one stands 

Red-lip-sticks on her drink glass 

He's gone for three nights, come on
He's gone for three nights, come on
Come on come on come on 

I got somewhere else to be