Lyrics:

You're still clutching that bottle of wine,
like it's the fucking essence of your heart and your mind.
You tell me that you're engaged,
so we're on the same page.

I don't give a * girl.
Tell me, is it Tuesday,
cause I need to pick up my son in the morning,
I ain't got no time to be listening to your stories.

I know that you're beautiful,
I know that you're hot,
so you got a lot of problems,
that these other girls do not.

Chillin' at your spot with a couple friends of mine,
tell me how you'd like to spend the time.
She says, let's go to the roof,
I'll show you how I feel, if you ever needed proof.

A kiss on the lips, hands on the hips,
she's taking the sip, the alcohol drips.

Monday night,
tired as always.
This girls alright,
cause I don't require knowledge.

For just one night,
I'll turn a blind eye.
I'll be Prince Charles,
Princess Diana.

Sitting on the rooftop,
watching the moon drop.
Your hand in mine,
here comes the sunshine.

2:
Sex on my mind,
I look at the clock and there's just no time.
She's touching my stuff,
push on rewind, cushion the grind.
Gurl, she's so fine,
you could never mind, her.

I gotta go,
tomorrow's there's a late session in the studio.
She says no, you should stick around,
we could have some fun, I won't make a sound.

Cause your best friend passed out,
puking in the bedroom.
Now she's got her ass out,
girl I need some Medrol.

I can see the light,
I say good morning,
but it's permanent midnight.