your at a party with all the boys looking at you to choose your weapon bacardis, vodka, wine, let them use your drunk lips to feed the urge of love while your out trying to kiss the next guy its like to me, i'm way too shy to try things your way Next day, wake up, half intact while you just think, oh too much contact i should have watched out with what i did. I would never dare never think, about what if i didn't care You say its bad for me to move on while on the other side of the phone you have bacardi dripping off your lips from pressing yours to his Mixing lethal weapons together making alittle bomb that would cause nothing but a heartbreak