Oh! Baby

Location

19352
United States
39° 45' 22.2408" N, 75° 51' 54.054" W

Hey, baby, what you doing tonight?
I see you stumble in half buzzed.
Take a sip, knock it down a bit.
It looks like you’re ready for all the fun.
Helium balloons in hand, short dress, puckered lips,
You propped yourself on the wall,
You’re looking for love,
But all you get is a cup.
You fill it up,
Take a drink of that stuff,
Now you’re gone, but the party goes on, and on, and on…

Honey Boo Boo, get it girl.
Give your mind a little smoke.
Take a deep breath, and make someone laugh.
You tell us the punch line, but you’re the joke.
Shirt hanging off your shoulder, you say come over, put it on you,
You strut into the back room.
This ain’t anything new,
He’s acting real smooth.
He’s gonna give it to you.
But then he leaves you blue!
Now you’re sad,
But you get higher and higher until you forget.

Oh! Baby, it looks like you made it.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party.
Oh! Baby, it looks like you’re faded.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party, the party, party...

Single lady, you’re slurring your words,
But you seem to have a good time.
Sitting, sipping, slipping, you’re looking absurd,
As the drugs fill up your mind.
I say you trashy, they say you classless, because you look nasty.
You take another sip,
And hope you forget,
About all the shit,
That your mind hid,
And that you’re going through,
But in the morning it all comes back to you…

Oh! Baby, it looks like you made it.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party.
Oh! Baby, it looks like you’re faded.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party, the party, party...

As the party goes on you’ll still be going strong,
Even when the electric of the night dies,
When they all wake up you’ll be stuck,
In some pose that just isn’t right, yeah.
It’s known that you have a problem,
Even though you’re just sweet sixteen,
We all know you rage to solve them,
You’ve been licking more than ice cream.
Every Monday when you get dressed,
You put a scarlet letter right on your chest.
You’ve earned it from over the weekend,
And you’ll earn it again in the next.
You don’t seem to care, but you probably do,
It’s never you’re fault!
It’s the guys and the booze.
The mixture’s intoxicating and it makes you loose.
I know on the inside there must be a lot of hurt.
But for now, let him put his hands on your hips,
And his love on your lips.

Oh! Baby, it looks like you made it.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party.
Oh! Baby, it looks like you’re faded.
Oh! Baby, you’re the life of the party, the party, party...

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Comments

marianscaturro

wow this blew me away.  thank you

Julia Claire

Woah. This was really good!!

EmmaKathryn1997

This was like looking into the window of the party I was at a year ago. This is AMAZING.

Great job.

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