Walk of shame
What a thing to be called, what a name
It ain't right
It ain't true on this beautiful day
'Cause there's a soul that's in my heart
And it's started from the moment
I departed from your bedside,
I know, I tried to go
Without you knowing I had gone
Oh my god
What a night, thanks for that, thanks a lot
(That's what i'm talking about)
There's a pride
In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop
And though I look a little rough
Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff
I can't complain
This ain't a walk of shame
Da - da - da
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I said last night to you I had a morning
A morning for which I could not be late
You said that you appreciate the warning
You poured me some more wine
And said then there's no time to waste
And although
It's a pain that thе train's running slow (Slow)
I don't care if i'm late
They can wait, they don't know
That thеre's a smile on my face
From this melody you made
So fuck the way that people talk
Fuck my nine to five o'clock
I can say that this ain't a walk of shame