Hair Tie

So it's about what, half 11?
 I've had a bit too much to drink and um I need to pee so
 I go to the bathroom and I see this girl crying over this guy
 And I'm like, girl we don't cry over guys here
 Like, he literally looks like SpongeBob
 So, I sit down and give her a little pep talk
 And she's still crying but um, I don't know
 She's crying on the floor, on the floor, does he miss me?
 Little black dress to impress, kinda ditsy
 The girl next door, she's a little bit tipsy
 Drunk tears in her ears, saying, does he miss me?
 I say you're too pretty to cry, find another
 Who knows, he's probably got an even fitter brother
 So don't stress in your little black dress my dear
 You gotta let your hair down
 Hair tie on my left hand
 Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
 Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
 Burn the blisters on my feet and
 Let your hair down in the morning
 We can dance until the dawn
 And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me
 I walk up to this random guy, I don't know who he is, and I'm like
 What's your star sign? And he's like
 I don't believe in that, sorry
 I was like, I didn't ask you if you believed in it
 I asked what is it?
 With the gift of the Gab, he talks like Gandi
 Eyes on the prize when I blink like Bambi
 Gotta sweet tongue, little shy he can be bit of intellect and wine
 We play a bit of, ring of roses, dizzy doses
 Got my heart on my sleeve when his mind imposes
 White powder, louder, up his nose
 He's gotta let his hair down
 Hair tie on my left hand
 Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
 Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
 Burn the blisters on my feet and
 Let your hair down in the morning
 We can dance until the dawn
 And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me
 Fit as a fiddle, I let out a giggle
 When his poker face played the piggie in the middle
 Now I'm stuck in the middle with a riddler and his riddle
 Figure out his mind, a little by little
 Getting closer, closer, to this social smoker
 Asked his star sign, now he's lost composure
 A sweet talker, sits on the sofa
 But can't converse when I lean in closer and
 Hair tie on my left hand
 Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
 Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
 Burn the blisters on my feet and
 Let your hair down in the morning
 We can dance until the dawn
 And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me
 So I look over and see my hair tie just chilling
 On this go-go man's right hand
 He seems a bit different though
 Like he's got a bit of a spring in his step
 You best believe I never saw that hair tie again
 Hair tie on his right hand
 Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
 Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
 Burn the blisters on his feet and
 Hair tie on his right hand, oh
 Hair tie on his right hand
 He's a changed-changed man
 He's a changed-changed man
 And it's all because of me