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Unveiling the Night's Secrets: A Tale of Regret and Mystery
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Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that poison baby
Last night, I consumed an excessive amount of a harmful substance, possibly alcohol or drugs.
Last night, I did things I'm not proud of, and I got a little crazy
Last night, I engaged in actions that I feel ashamed of, and I lost control of my behavior.
Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor, and I let him call me 'baby'
Last night, I met a man on the dance floor, and I allowed him to address me affectionately as 'baby.'
And I don't even know his last name
I don't know the last name of the man I interacted with.
My momma would be so ashamed
My mother would disapprove of my actions and feel ashamed.
It started out "hey cutie, where you from?"
The interaction began with a friendly question about my origin.
Then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
The situation escalated into a realization of regret and concern for my actions.
And I don't even know his last name
I still don't know the last name of the person involved in the incident.
He left, the club, about around three o'clock in the morning
The man left the club around 3 a.m.
His Pinto, is sitting there in the parking lot, when it should of been a warning
His car, a Pinto, was in the parking lot, perhaps indicating a warning.
I had no clue, what I was getting into, so I blame it on the Cuervo
I was unaware of the consequences and attribute my actions to the influence of alcohol (Cuervo).
Oh where did my manners go
I express a lack of manners and regret for my behavior.
And I don't even know his last name
I still don't know the last name of the person involved in the incident.
My momma would be so ashamed
My mother would disapprove of my actions and feel ashamed.
It started off "hey cutie, where you from?"
The interaction began with a friendly question about my origin.
And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
The situation escalated into a realization of regret and concern for my actions.
And I don't even know his last name, oh here we go
I still don't know the last name of the person involved in the incident.
Today, I woke up, thinkin' 'bout Elvis, somewhere in Vegas I'm not sure
I woke up thinking about Elvis, possibly alluding to a wild night in Las Vegas.
How I got here, or how this ring on my left hand just appeared
I'm uncertain about how I ended up here, and I discover a ring on my left hand without explanation.
Outta nowhere, I gotta go, take the chips, and the Pinto, and hit the road
I decide to leave, taking the winnings and the Pinto (car), facing the consequences.
They say what happens here, stays here,
There's a belief that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, but there's a problem with that notion.
All of this will disappear, but there's just one little problem
Despite the expectation of events fading away, there's a lingering issue or consequence.
I don't even know my last name
I don't even know my own last name, emphasizing confusion and disorientation.
My momma would be so ashamed
My mother would disapprove of my actions and feel ashamed.
It started off "hey cutie, where you from?"
The interaction began with a friendly question about my origin.
And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
The situation escalated into a realization of regret and concern for my actions.
And I don't even know my last name
I still don't know my own last name.
What have I done, what have I done, what have I done
A repetition of the question expressing regret and self-reflection.
Well what have I done, I don't even know my last name
I don't even know my own last name, emphasizing confusion and disorientation.
And it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
The situation escalated into a realization of regret and concern for my actions.
And I don't even know my last name
I still don't know my own last name.
It started off "hey cutie, where you from?"
The interaction began with a friendly question about my origin.
And then it turned into "oh no! what have I done?"
The situation escalated into a realization of regret and concern for my actions.
And I don't even know my last name
I still don't know my own last name.
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