Ooh, the horizon moves, but I find balance on my knees
Where are my clothes? I try to decode the words on the post-it
That's stuck on my cheek
Oh, two socks stare at me, definitely not mine
Try to figure out what's written between the lines
"You've got my number"
"You've got my number"
My feet are sore, sticky floor, can't feel my arm no more
And all my keys are gone like my memory
I can't say no to something sweet, but it's not what I need
You keep feeding me when I'm not hungry
Mm, the radio starts singing "Last night's story"
All the clothes I wore, they are staring at me
My high heels and tightest shirt agree
But that wasn't me
That wasn't me
Oh, my feet are sore, sticky floor, can't feel my arm no more
And all my keys are gone like my memory
Oh-oh, I can't say no to something sweet, but it's not what I need
You keep feeding me when I'm not hungry
Ooh, my feet are sore, sticky floor, can't feel my arm no more
And all my keys are gone like my memory
Oh, I can't say no to something sweet, but it's not what I need
You keep feeding me when I'm not hungry
