And where do you think you’re going
That’s no way to drink a beer
I thought about what you asked me
But I like it better here, and I’m sorry
All of your friends drink their colored drinks
Underneath he blacklight noise
They just sit there staring at me
I do my best to be polite, they don’t believe me
Sometimes I know you’re just a little girl, afraid of what’s in store
You’d have me think that you’ve been sleeping
And you’re just trying on that dress, but I know a little more
I know you’re lying
And where do you think you’re going
That’s no way to drink a beer
I thought about what you asked me
But I like it better here, I like it better here, and I’m sorry
