No Shoes, 2 Mobile Phones

Out on the town tonight, everything is shining bright
Just want to have some fun, don't want to hurt anyone
Then along the way, I heard you say "Lets Party On"
And that is when, our shit it all went all wrong

Erin it's 2am, you're all alone
You've got no shoes on, 2 mobile phones
You're in a state and its getting late
And Young Love here, she sends her hate

You used her credit up, and now her Uber rate is fucked!
Because of Erin's lies, Bec didn't get to taste halloumi fries
You took your best friend's phone, and that's a cold hard fact
We found her all alone, and that is a cunty act

Erin its 2am, your all alone
You've got no shoes on, 2 mobile phones
You're in a state and it's getting late
And Young Love here, she sends her hate
Erin its 2am, your all alone
You've got no shoes on, 2 mobile phones
You're in a state and it's getting late
And Young Love here, she sends her hate
Oh she send her hate



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hanlon, David Foxover, Randall Fullerton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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