Beating the drum all night
Dancing naked 'round a fire
We found the tent with the flashlight
We were looking for a hide out
When you're praying for no strings
Sometimes you get tied down
Never thought that this would happen
Got all weird after the weekend
You make out with an old friend
Rounding first and I'm sliding into second (oh)
She could never hold her tongue much
And when I bit her lip hard
Expecting some review like
But in a moment she revealed that
Never thought that this would happen
Got all weird after the weekend
You make out with an old friend
Rounding first and I'm sliding into second
Woolly socks and Birkenstock's
What will they say about us?
At the hour of the evening
The night will carry on without us
But if we have to play one card
We can say we both blacked out
And my friends seem to trust this
They believe this silly kind of cop out
Never thought that this would happen
Got all weird after the weekend
You make out with an old friend (sometimes)
Rounding first and I'm sliding into second
Never thought that this would happen
Got all weird after the weekend
You make out with an old friend (sometimes)
Rounding first and I'm sliding into second
And I (everybody, come on now)
And you (what am I to do? Oh oh)
And I (and I'm rounding first, I'm rounding first)
WRITERS
Michael John Deangelis, Nicholas William Dika, Robert Max Kerman, Timothy James Oxford