Fletcher - Cam's pad

Rolling up to the driveway with the light
Open the door and look what's inside
Boys and girls line the table with delight
Bouncing balls and brownies were in for a hell of a ride
Fog so thick you can cut it with a knife
Bottoms up, you're in the prime of your life
Sit down and let it all sink in
Take another sip and let it dribble down your chin
You left me there with an empty beer can in my hand
I looked to you and said "this better be pretend"
I don't wanna spend another night at her house
'Cause that's the last time I saw ginger blue
Getting crazy inside those four walls
Go outside and make your phone call
Keeping close to me as I dance the floor
Keeping up with you is one hell of a chore
You left me there with an empty beer can in my hand
I looked to you and said "this better be pretend"
I don't wanna spend another night at her house
'Cause that's the last time I saw ginger blue

Writers: Andrew Walker , Kyle Capozzi , Nicholas Sansouci

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