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