The Last Party
Take all my party dresses
Ribbon for my hair
Take all my high-heel shoes
Won't matter what I wear
Round up all the shots of whiskey
All of the champagne
I'm gonna pour it all down the drain
Last time that I heard him say
He'd marry me someday
Last time we made our love
Like we'd never get enough
The last time he held me tight
Even our last fight turned out to be
The last party
Go cover every jukebox
Smash all the guitars
There's no more music now
Even sad songs feel so far away
Board up every theater
There'll be no more shows
Why do the birds still sing?
Surely they must know
The last time that I heard him say
He'd marry me someday
Last time we made our love
Like we'd never get enough
The last time he held me tight
Oh, even our last fight turned out to be
The last party
Writer/s: Whitney Rose
