Going Out Tonight
Blow dryer on full blast
Music streaming from the stereo
Hips swaying, lips pursed
Bass pumpin’, vibrating through the thin stems
Of my stilettos
Yeah that’s right
I’m going out tonight
Mascara, eyeliner
Little Black Dress on tight
I’m beautiful, I’m young
And I’m getting crunk tonight
That’s right
I do what I want
Can you handle the fact that I’ll be dancing with
Mr. Right
All night long
There is no ring on my finger
And no wedding bells in the air
I do what I want, when I please
I’m leaving you with flair
Yeah, that’s right, I’m going out tonight
I don’t care how much you beg
I’m gonna get it on the dance floor
I’m gonna get crunk
And forget all the mistakes you made
When you lied
All those times you fooled around on me
All those times you lied to my face
But this time I’m switching the roles
I’m putting you in your place
And you’ll be alone and finally realize
a man like you
Ain’t nothing without a
woman like me
You can miss me all you want
I’m not coming back
‘Cause tonight I’m going out
I’m meeting someone new
Tonight I’m getting crunk
Without any thoughts of you
The phone is going to be off and all your rants
Are going straight to voicemail
Tonight, baby
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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