Day After Blues

I woke up late; I didn't know where I was

I didn't even remember her face

Got out of bed and I fell on the floor

Empty bottles all over the place

Felling guilty wondering what have I done

That woman she ain't ma babe

Felling horny, guess I made a mistake

I didn't get her address, her name.

I remember I met you at the bar

We had some beers, “you played my guitar”

You paid the bill and we went upstairs for a ride.

And we ride. Not once, but twice.

And we ride.

It’s almost noon and I got a headache

I’m thinking ‘bout the night before

It was great, but what about now?

I’m all alone, feeling I’ve been ignored

My phone rings, there’s a message that says

“Hey babe, I’m begging for more

Won’t you come over later tonight?”

It’s not ma babe, but what am I waiting for?

It doesn’t matter if I’m going too far

But let’s skip the meeting at the bar

I know exactly what you’re waiting for. And it’s more.

And more. Not less, but more.

Take some more.