Late Night

Hell, I'm all for some

Flor de Caña rum

It's a late night

For good old times

Watch a midnight city brawl

Outside our window and you go

"Come on, pick a side

I'm on blue shirt guy"

And I could ask you where your head's been

But I don't want to ruin the evening

Your words are sharp and raw

But, finally, we talk

When we do, love

You still make me go

Crazy

Baby

You're crazy

And I could ask you where your head's been

But I don't want to ruin the evening

With a drink each in your hands

You make a funny dance

When you do, love

You still make me go

Crazy

Baby

You're crazy