She had the cool and distant gaze

Of a girl who wasn't raised

Because she's self-made

Now a woman not fazed

By the other's selfish rage

She made love

She didn't get laid

She made love

She didn't get laid



And the drum was always going

When the beer was free and flowing

Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times

Reminiscing of the wild times, the wild times



Well she was hot

A hot girl, hot night

Yeah she was hot

All right



Lyin' fucked up on the floor

Yeah she was fucked up on the floor

She put her head into the pain, into the pain

She put her head into the pain, into the pain

And then she pulled back, the bloody remains



Well she was hot

A hot girl, hot night

Yeah she was hot

Well all right