I can't remember the first time that I woke up In a strange bed, in a strange place, with a strange face and a headache I thought about asking her her name and about her age, But I think it's better if we both just let it lay.
Everything that I do in the nighttime I forget by morning.
I can't remember the first time that I woke up penniless not knowing what I spent And why my shirt smells like vomit and my pants stained with chocolate and why my crotch has this burning sensation that make me want to weep A little secret that you bitches never keep