29 October 2012
High heels on,
Lipstick bright red.
Taking whiskey shots,
All senses dead.
Kissing in the bar,
Hormones flying about.
Drunk off my face,
Without a party doubt.
Music cranked up loud,
With the party tunes on.
I'll dance the night away,
To the very last song.
Drugs drink and sex,
You bet I'll be there.
Spin the bottle's good,
And dirty truth or dare.
Shouting over the music,
Puking in the pool.
Complaints from the neighbours,
But it's our night to rule.
Vodka poured in punch,
Tables being climbed.
Dj's in the swing,
Taken men being slimed.
Because we're all party animals,
It's simply what we do.
We dance the night away,
Partying, not feeling blue.
Party! • Opuss № I