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In the end you’ll find me hanging out that second-story window

At that end-of-the-world-party

I was drinking gold at, I had a toga on it was embarrassing

Why didn’t anybody warn me about the dangers of playing «I Have Never»

with prosecco

Something is definitely bubbling up

Those nights when I’d rather stay home

But I make it out the door

And there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B

But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Dressing all black, bitching on the kitchen counter in the corner with my girls

Playing «Marry Fuck Kill» with every actor that’s ever played James Bond

And we’ll dance like our dads doing our Hotline Bling thing

God it’s embarrassing, god we’re embarrassing

And then the room it starts to spin

Those nights when I’d rather stay home

But I make it out the door

And there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B

But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home

But I make it out the door

And there’s that one song on, I hope for Bowie

But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home

But I make it out the door

And there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B

But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

Those nights when I’d rather stay home

But there’s that one song on, I hope for Queen B

But I can fake it to Bohemian Rhapsody

But I’d rather stay home

But I’d rather stay home