Текст песни One Big Party - Gia

You and me were one big party
Wasn′t it the best of times?
Strangers when the whole thing started
Thought that we could go all night
You're like champagne on the floor boards
Thought I cleaned you up until I found more
Yeah, I thought I cleaned you up but I found more
You′re like a love seat on the front porch
Don't make any sense but damn hard to ignore
How can something so sweet be an eyesore?
And I try to forget that you were mine, to forget last night
But my feet keep sticking to the beer spilled in the kitchen
And now that everyone's gone
I′ma cry if I want
You and me were one big party
Wasn′t it the best of times?
Strangers when the whole thing started
Thought that we could go all night
But eventually it's 6 in the morning
You wake up and you want to cry
You got a headache and you′re feeling sorry
I guess the hardest thing about a party
Is knowing when to say goodnight
You're like a wounded soldier on the table
Gotta throw you out, such a waste though
Shame throwing out such a pretty face though
And I try to forget that you were mine, to forget last night
But my ears keep ringing from the fuck you′s you were singing
And now that everyone's gone
I′ma cry if I want
You and me were one big party
Wasn't it the best of times?
Strangers when the whole thing started
Thought that we could go all night
But eventually it's 6 in the morning
You wake up and you want to cry
You got a headache and you′re feeling sorry
I guess the hardest thing about a party
Is knowing when to say goodnight (Yeah)
Is knowing when to say goodnight
And I′m trying to remember the way it all played out, played out
We were drinking and screaming then you found your way out, way out
And I'm trying to remember the way it all played out, played out
We were drinking and screaming then you found your way out, way out
You and me were one big party
Wasn′t it the best of times?
Strangers when the whole thing started
Thought that we could go all night
But eventually it's 6 in the morning
You wake up and you want to cry
You got a headache and you′re feeling sorry
I guess the hardest thing about a party
Is knowing when to say goodnight