One drink, two drinks, three drinks, four
She had eyes that I couldn't ignore
I chatted her up out on the dance floor
She was out of cigarettes so I walked her to the store
Skirt pulled up pushed against the wall
But she pauses just to take a call
Joanne says, "Girl, what the **** are you doing?
All these boys are going to be your ruin"
Now I can't help but overhear
As I'm kissing from her neck to her ear
"Well if any of them meant it I'd mean it back"
"It never meant anything but a case of the clap"
"Girl please, I'm over that; anyways let me call you back"
"Why?"
Because it's all beginning to sound like a rap
Sometimes it's just one of those nights
Ain't you never had it happen to you?
Then you go home too soon, go home too soon
You could blame it on the music
But it wouldn't be right
Because I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes
Must be the moon
Must be the moon
Must be the moon
Must be the moon
Must be the . . .
Kissing in the cab on the way back across the bridge
She said, "Love is love but a **** is what it is"
"And what's that?" She must have read my mind
She looked in to my eyes and she said, "A good time"
She kissed me on the stairs and she kissed me on the porch
She kissed me as I fumbled with the key in the front door
One time, two times, three times, four
But really, who was keeping score?
We did it on the bed and we did it on the floor
But I was surprised when I got the cold shoulder the next morning
She said, "You just got me hot, I finished off while you were snoring"
Sometimes it's just one of those nights
Ain't you never had it happen to you?
Then you go home too soon, go home too soon
You could blame it on the music
But it wouldn't be right
Because I've gotten lucky to some pretty bad tunes
Must be the moonlight
Must be the moonlight
Must be the moonlight