rolled up high in thrift-store glam, crop tops deadly, no fucks to cram. she grabbed my wrist, said “first round’s mine,” five shots later, we’re outta line. bathroom mirror with the lipstick smear, she kissed my neck like the law’s not near. spilled tequila on the bathroom floor, laughin’ so loud the stall lost its door. she rides me like a rooftop dare, cigarette smoke tangled in her hair. neon kisses, alleyway sin, two meh girls let the chaos begin. we take the town, it can’t fight back, graffiti hearts on a cop car black. best friends bad, with a giggle so mean, we’re the hottest mess Woodcrest ever seen. two hits, lighter flick—spirit’s high, best friend gospel in the midnight sky. shout it loud, no sin too bold, meh house fire can’t be controlled. “bartender said no more— but the night said otherwise.” she lit my joint with the club’s stage flame, crowd lost breath when she moaned my name. we swapped our shoes in the DJ booth, then stole the mic to confess the truth. “we’re high, we’re hot, we own this scene, two meh girls living out the dream.” security came, but they froze instead, tongue on my skin, and the bouncer fled. she rides me like a rooftop dare, cigarette smoke tangled in her hair. neon kisses, alleyway sin, two meh girls let the chaos begin. we take the town, it can’t fight back, graffiti hearts on a cop car black. best friends bad, with a giggle so mean, we’re the hottest mess Woodcrest ever seen. dance floor flames, testify, meh girls drunk on a holy high. double trouble, crown in hand, chaos choir through the promised land. glass doors steamed, city blurred, we laughed so hard the night overheard. lip gloss stains on a bathroom sink, whispered “fuck it” before i could think. sirens sing but we still don’t hide, painted the night with our meh house pride. neon blur and the rooftop spins, laughter tangled in a list of sins. two best friends in a midnight storm, breaking rules has become our norm. she rides me like a rooftop dare, cigarette smoke tangled in her hair. neon kisses, alleyway sin, two meh girls let the chaos begin. we take the town, it can’t fight back, graffiti hearts on a cop car black. best friends bad, with a giggle so mean, we’re the hottest mess Woodcrest ever seen. lift your glass, confess your sins, chaos starts where the sermon begins. bestie prayer with a holy grin, meh house loud ‘til the world caves in. tag it, bag it, light and drag it, bestie sins and we don’t backtrack it. barcode beep, city on fire— two meh girls you can’t retire.
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