“We're gettin' drunk on a weekend, we say goodbye and I pretend that I don't wanna take you…”

“Somethin' I try to hide, but you got what I like. Floatin' on these feelings for you. And…”

“Buzzin' like a bee, boy, don't bother me. How many different ways can you say you're…”

“Pull over right now, I can't keep this down. I'm so fucking tired of you. All those things…”