Her friends are dressed to kill
Turnin’ heads just for the thrill
Downtown Friday night
Bar hoppin’ for Mr. Right
They’ve all been hurt before
Most guys just want to score
Things aren’t always what they seem
Some guys will say most anything

In love again
Heals over head
Says she wants a guy who’s nice
But bad boys seem to be her vice

The morning walk of shame
Shoes in hand cocktails to blame
She doesn’t know it’s over
Some girls just get it slower
Can’t find her car
Lost her I.D. at the bar
Wondering if he will call
She fell for him despite it all

Her heart seems held for ransom
By tall dark and handsome
Superficial drunk and shallow
Here tonight but gone tomorrow