The Plight of the Broken Hearted

A little hung-over, a lot more confused who the hell knew I'd end up boozed?
I know I took one sip, but that one turned into two
And before I knew it I was all over you

Oops my bad, I can’t see straight
Only enough to get you into bed
We’ll have some fun but not to much

Well close the door I’m not a hoe!
Lock the door, Lock it up
Sit on the bed but we’ll just touch

To bad I’m to smashed to really care
To bad you’re to drunk to know we’re getting nowhere
One little sip turned into a few, Oh honey get a grip

Because you know you’re a hoe and you’re not getting far
So just shut the hell up and get in the car
To bad I’m to smashed to turn the key

So I guess I’ll just spend the night
But don’t piss me off I’m like a bomb ready to blow
I’m never like this so don’t tell me I’m a hoe

One, tw- Oh hello who are you?
I don’t know your name but does it really matter
Because I swear to god I’m split in two

The giggly drunk and the girl stuck in a funk
They both go together, lets look at the facts
I’ll down some Smirnoff, do some shots
But you know why, cause it’s all I got

Lock the door, lock it up
Cause who knows what they’ll gossip
I know I took one sip but that one turned into two
And before I knew I was all over you

You’ll get to second base but don’t worry I’ll never take you home
Don’t worry babe this is just some alcohol talking
And right now I probably shouldn’t be walking

This isn’t a case of love
It’s a regrettable symptom of broken hearted syndrome
To bad I’m to stoned to know the difference
To bad I’m to drunk to form a sentence
One nightstand sure they’re fun
But me missing you will never be done

I’m a little hung-over but now I’m not so confused
I probably should have figured I’d end up boozed
Well it’s too late now what’s done is done

But honey don’t expect anymore fun
So don’t worry because I’m never taking you home
Let me tell you it’s the broken hearted syndrome