Cocktail Party / Heads (Interlude)
Nothing seems to turn you on
Thinkin' bout a new lover
Ridin' with your head down
I hope you make it home, I hope you make it home
Smearing off last night's lips
You're running from a 2am kiss
He made you think about yourself
I hope you make it home, I hope you make it home
Smearing off last night's lips
You're running from a 2am kiss
Nothing seems to turn you on
I hope you make it home, I hope you make it home
I can't keep up, with the money that you're making
I can't keep up, with all the drugs you're taking
I wish I could
I wish I could
I wish I could
I wish I could
I can't keep up, with the money that you're making
I can't keep up, with all the drugs you're taking
I wish I could
I wish I could
I wish I could
I wish I could
Writer/s: Frederick Macpherson
