Lyrics:

Woke up with fingers crossed
In a boy's bed with your pants off
After polite declines of coffee toast
Walked home itching in last night's clothes

Past the Phone Booth the Beauty Bar
The broken windows of your neighbors' cars
Through the backdoor to a message from Sis
Asking who was your New Year's kiss

Took the afternoon to piece it all
Plus a half a dozen phone calls
Crashed a party with Larissa Chris
In pursuit of a New Year's kiss

Not the way that you'd imagined it
On a balcony with champagne lips
But in a pantry against the pancake mix
You had your New Year's kiss