Lyrics:

Beating the drum all night, dancing naked round a fire
Leaving trouble behind, swimming the the water
We found the tent with the flashlight, we were looking out for a hide out
When you're praying for no strings, sometimes you get tied down


I never thought that this would happen
You got all weird after the weekend
Sometimes you make out with an old friend
I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second

She could never hold her tongue much, and when I bit her lip hard
Expecting some review like: 2 out of 5 stars
But in a moment she revealed that she was no different
We were just kid's nervous breathing showing some forgiveness

I never thought that this would happen
You got all weird after the weekend
Sometimes you make out with an old friend
I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second
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In your wooly socks and Birkenstocks
'What will they say about us?'
At that hour of the evening
the night will carry on without us
If we have to play one card
we can say we both blacked out
And friends seem to trust this
they believe this silly kind of cop out

I never thought that this would happen
You got all weird after the weekend
Sometimes you make out with an old friend
I'm rounding first and I'm sliding into second
If you don't know, then I don't know how these things go