Yoga on the dance floor
And the famous britney crawl (literally)
Across a bloody table
Of strangers best of all
Yes I broke my promise
Go on, Slap my wrist
I went out with the lads
And we got bloody pissed
It\'s always good when the booze is in
Talking and dancing, at my best
Then today I saw my phone and gasped
At my 8 facebook friend requests (who are you)
Yes I broke my promise
Go on just a tap
I guess I needed that blow out
To escape my thinking cap
I remember eating olives (didnt like em for 28 years)
When we got home in the wee hours
So little, so brave
I DO have super powers
Yes I broke my promise
Can we hug instead?
Cause i\'m feeling alot better
In this wee weird messy head.