i'll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key
that's rusted firm, no lie
'cause all these conversations wind on and on...
drinking champagne from a paper cup
is never quite the same
and every sip's moving through my eyes
and up into my brain
at half past two; about time to leave
'cause the dj's playing rhythm and blues
a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin' grooves
as i'm waiting around for you