"Afterparty" lyrics

"Afterparty"

The after party's rockin', girl
And everybody's dancing for you
But you're just drinking all my Ballantine
And laughing while your lips turn blue
Your friends are all uptight
And everybody's in an awkward mood
So you keep drinking all my Ballantine
And laughing while your lips turn blue

I'm not really planning on coming back
I thought I told you that
I guess I dreamt I told you that

The streets are slow and silent
And the backyard is a beat parade
So, I'm just sweeping up the garbage
While I listen to the songs you play
Where everybody's trying but they
Just can't get it straight
So, I'm just sweeping up the garbage
While I whistle all the songs you play

I keep changing my mind all the time
I hope you think that that's alright
Yeah, I hope you tell me that that's all right

So, I'm just slurring in the shade
When the daylight breaks
And you and me have got it made
Yeah, I think you and me have got it made


Writer(s): Jesse Lacey, Chris Bracco, Mike Skinner, Amy Bracco, Kevin Patrick Devine, Michael Robertson
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