[Verse 1]
Nine in the morning, who's singin the blues
In the hotel lobby, missing one of your shoes
With a handprint on your ass in the shape of a bruise
Puke on your hand as you reach for the door
Your bottle of schnapps falls onto the floor
You take one more sip as the concierge calls you a whore
[Chorus]
No wonder then, every weekend is the same
Your vagina's still eighteen
Baby, stand up tall and walk that walk of shame
That walk of shame
Go on, girl!
[Verse 2]
Sun coming up, side of the road
You stumble from the bus all covered in load
Take a dump in the alley in the spot where your car got towed
Your friends all left, four hours before
Ran out of coke, went looking for more
While you were doing ass to mouth on the tour bus floor
Nine in the morning, who's singin the blues
In the hotel lobby, missing one of your shoes
With a handprint on your ass in the shape of a bruise
Puke on your hand as you reach for the door
Your bottle of schnapps falls onto the floor
You take one more sip as the concierge calls you a whore
[Chorus]
No wonder then, every weekend is the same
Your vagina's still eighteen
Baby, stand up tall and walk that walk of shame
That walk of shame
Go on, girl!
[Verse 2]
Sun coming up, side of the road
You stumble from the bus all covered in load
Take a dump in the alley in the spot where your car got towed
Your friends all left, four hours before
Ran out of coke, went looking for more
While you were doing ass to mouth on the tour bus floor
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