She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo life, oh

She got her Xanax sanity

Tries on twenty kinds of jukebox vanity

Looking for a bootleg lobotomy

In Serato every night, every night, every night

The party girl apocalypse

Only ever wears clear chapstick on her lips

Doesn't even give a damn who Jesus is

Finds her gospel in the light of the night, st-st-stereo life

She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo life, oh

Smarter than she seems

Found a thousand ways to avoid everything

Every man will just distract from what she needs

No, she doesn't need too much, not a touch, not a kiss by the bunch

When she goes home, lays on her sofa with her iPhone

Staring at girls she used to know, but they're all in mono

And they don't know that she's in stereo

She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo—

She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo life, oh

Good girl's such a cliche

I love acting the wrong way

Don't tell me to behave

Where she go, I don't know, she living stereo

Good girl's such a cliche

I love acting the wrong way

Don't tell me to behave

Where she go, I don't know, she living stereo

She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo—

She cries in stereo at the end of the night

And when the party's over, leaves with Mr. Alright

He has to go back to his regular life

She wants to know about that stereo life, oh