Open my eyes, welcome the day. Oh, what a night, hungover again. My body still flows, yet I was on fire. I think I made a date but will I keep it. . No, I bet I don't 'cause it goes on and on and on.
I'll be the late night lady you won't recognise. I'm a chameleon I'm always in disguise. I'd read your future but it's written in the past. Take a good look might be your last.