Bars of the Bed Liz Phair

Oh, fuck!
Did we make it through the night?
‘Cause if we did, I don’t think [?]
Look at those fat chicks on the floor!

When I wanna go out, I tell my husband I’m working late

I don't know, I don’t think we should
Oh baby I know I feel it, ya know and like all that kind of stuff

Oh say, can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hail at the twilight’s last gleaming
Its broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous night
And the rampart’s we watch were so gallantly streaming
And the rocket’s red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there

Oh say, can you see by the dawn’s early light
What so proudly we hail at the twilight’s last gleaming
Its broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous night
And thе rampart’s we watch were so gallantly strеaming
And the rocket’s red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there