Pitted (Slumber Version)

[Verse]
In the end you'll find me hanging out that second-story window
At that end-of-the-world-party
I was drinking gold at; I had a toga on it was embarrassing

Why didn’t anybody warn me about the dangers of playing "I Have Never" with Prosecco
Something is definitely bubbling up

[Chorus]
Those nights when I’d rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home
But I make it out the door
Those nights when I’d rather stay home

[Verse]
Dressing all black, bitching on the kitchen countеr in the corner with my girls
Playing "Marry Fuck Kill" with evеry actor that’s ever played James Bond

And we’ll dance like our dads doing our Hotline Bling-thing
God it’s embarrassing, god we’re embarrassing
And the room it starts to spin

[Chorus]
Those nights when I’d rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home
But I make it out the door
And there’s that one song on, I hope for Bowie
But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home
Those nights when I’d rather stay home
Those nights when I’d rather stay home
Those nights when I’d rather stay home