U guys got drunk and are telling shota awiza what happened... Shota aziawa; what happened here There's a stranger in my bed There's a pounding in my head Glitter all over the room Pink flamingos in the pool I smell like a minibar DJ's passed out in the yard Barbies on the barbecue This a hickey or a bruise? Pictures of last night ended up online, I'm screwed Oh, well It's a blacked out blur, but I'm pretty sure it ruled Damn Last Friday night Yeah, we danced on tabletops, and we took too many shots Think we kissed, but I forgot last Friday night Yeah, we maxed our credit cards and got kicked out of the bar So we hit the boulevard last Friday night We went streaking in the park, skinny-dipping in the dark Then had a ménage à trois last Friday night Yeah, I think we broke the law, always say we're gonna stop-op, oh-whoa But this Friday night Do it all again But this Friday night Do it all again *the class said,