walk of shame
Walk of shame
What a thing to be called, what a name
It ain't right
It ain't true on this beautiful day
'Cause there's a soul that's in my heart
And it's started from the moment
I departed from your bedside,
I know, I tried to go
Without you knowing I had gone
Oh my god
What a night, thanks for that, thanks a lot
(That's what i'm talking about)
There's a pride
In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop
And though I look a little rough
Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff
I can't complain
This ain't a walk of shame
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I said last night to you I had a morning
A morning for which I could not be late
You said that you appreciate the warning
You poured me some more wine
And said then there's no time to waste
And although
It's a pain that thе train's running slow (Slow)
I don't care if i'm late
They can wait, they don't know
That thеre's a smile on my face
From this melody you made
So fuck the way that people talk
Fuck my nine to five o'clock
I can say that this ain't a walk of shame
What a thing to be called, what a name
It ain't right
It ain't true on this beautiful day
'Cause there's a soul that's in my heart
And it's started from the moment
I departed from your bedside,
I know, I tried to go
Without you knowing I had gone
Oh my god
What a night, thanks for that, thanks a lot
(That's what i'm talking about)
There's a pride
In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop
And though I look a little rough
Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff
I can't complain
This ain't a walk of shame
Da - da - da
da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da
da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, da, da da
da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da
da, da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da
da, da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da
da, dada da, da, dada da, da, dada da
I said last night to you I had a morning
A morning for which I could not be late
You said that you appreciate the warning
You poured me some more wine
And said then there's no time to waste
And although
It's a pain that thе train's running slow (Slow)
I don't care if i'm late
They can wait, they don't know
That thеre's a smile on my face
From this melody you made
So fuck the way that people talk
Fuck my nine to five o'clock
I can say that this ain't a walk of shame
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Writer(s): Darren Criss
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