Champagne From A Paper Cup

i think i`m drunk enough to drive you home now i`ll keep my mouth kept shut from under lock and key that`s rusted firm, no lie `cause all these conversations wind on and on... drinking champagne from a paper cup is never quite the same and every sip`s moving through my eyes and up into my brain at half past two; about time to leave `cause the dj`s playing rhythm and blues a sad-sorry state, stutter step to those slammin` grooves as i`m waiting around for you