Poppers and Perfume
I woke up today it's Friday morn
Get through the door it's such a bore
But all I can think of is tonight
If you're going to be there the stars will shine
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
My working week blurs into one
What gets me through is the thought of you
Oh baby when I see you laughing on the dance floor shaking it with all your friends
Through cigarette smoke with alcoholic eyes I hope you think I'm the one
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
I got some dutch courage inside of me
I make my approach yeah at the bar
All my words get muddled curse my facial features it's not going great
Then she turns around with lipstick on her teeth then she begins that smile
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
Get through the door it's such a bore
But all I can think of is tonight
If you're going to be there the stars will shine
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
My working week blurs into one
What gets me through is the thought of you
Oh baby when I see you laughing on the dance floor shaking it with all your friends
Through cigarette smoke with alcoholic eyes I hope you think I'm the one
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
I got some dutch courage inside of me
I make my approach yeah at the bar
All my words get muddled curse my facial features it's not going great
Then she turns around with lipstick on her teeth then she begins that smile
I've worked all week I'm going out
I'm going to get shitfaced for a while
I leave my troubles at the door
Because poppers and perfume got me lying on the floor
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Writer(s): Jon Mills
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