I can put my lipstick on and blow kisses like creepy dudes
I'm workin' on my impression of someone who barely ever misses you
I'm gonna shake my nonexistent ass to this shitty song
You can check the definition, I'm not unhinged, just having fun
And baby, I am drunk-dialling you
And baby, I am drunk-dialling you
What's left to lose?
I'm gonna put my new rocks on and get into the groove
I should've been your baby doll
But, sugar, I was born to lose
And I'll admit, my current dress code is straight out of the cemetery
But when I get back to my best, you won't ever take your hands off me
You'll see
And baby, I am drunk-dialling you
And baby, I am drunk-dialling you
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I am drunk-dialling you
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I am drunk-dialling you
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
I thought about cryin' over you
I thought about lyin' alone in my bathroom
I thought about driving to your house, 'cause I don't know what else to do
But I'll keep you warm if you let me be your—
Baby, I am drunk-dialling you
And baby, I am drunk-dialling you
Ah-ah, ah-ah
I am drunk-dialling you
I am drunk-dialling you
I am drunk-dialling you
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
