Yeah I like my friends, yeah I like tequila
I like puttin’ on a dress and dancin’ with my feelings
I could be the life of any party
I can play along with anybody
But sorry
I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna watch everybody around me try to hook up
And say stuff they don’t mean
And get drunk and get cheap
So what’s wrong with me
Cause I don’t wanna go to the club
I already know it ain’t worth it in the morning
And yeah I like the high, I just don’t like payin’ for it
I’m stressin’ over conversations
But now that’s anxiety that I’m erasin’
Cause lately
I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna watch everybody around me try to hook up
And say stuff they don’t mean
And get drunk and get cheap
So what’s wrong with me
Cause I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna wake up on the floor of a bathroom
Lookin’ at the stamps on my hand like a tattoo
Say I’m never doin’ that again if I don’t have to
And I don’t have to go to the club
So I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna watch everybody around me try to hook up
And say stuff they don’t mean
And get drunk and get cheap
So what’s wrong with me
Cause I don’t wanna go to the club
I don’t wanna wake up on the floor of a bathroom
Lookin’ at the stamps on my hand like a tattoo
Say I’m never doin’ that again if I don’t have to
And I don’t have to go to the club
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