The night has gone to hell, I'm approaching you alone
in a see-through dress.
My intentions, too, are see-through.
I want to kiss you.
But you ask me what I'm doing here,
like a brother you tap me on the shoulder.
I want everything with you,
but you look at me like I'm your sister.
Ref.
I've got a joke, how about for an hour
you aren't my brother, bro,
no, no, no, no.
You're like a spaceship*
and we are related only through our shared shot glasses,
no, no, no, no.
Some fires can never be extinguished.
Bad relationships, no, no, no,
are never over, so let's continue this.
The night has gone to hell, so has the promise
that I made to myself.
I have the same intentions again.
I want to kiss you.
But you tell me to sober up,
go home, sleep it off.
I want everything with you,
but you look at me like I'm your sister.
Ref.
Let's continue this.