I should be gone but I just can’t get enough.
Fumbling, giggling, silly as ever.
I get like this, after one too many.
But, right now I ain’t even been drinking.
He approached me and asked for a minute,
Which turned into five, then turned into ten
And right now I don’t know how to say when…
So, can I get a refill of your time?
Cause you’re intoxicating my mind.
Feel like a conversational lush.
Cause I don’t know how much is too much.