Woke up this morning thinking I was at home
Took a couple of minutes
To realize these sheets are not my own
Damn--sure don't smell vanilla in the air
And who the hell is that breathing in my ear
Why are his fingers twisting my freshly done hair
Ok-let me think
What was the last thing I had to drink
Where is my purse, my phone, my girls, my Chanel lipstick
Shit-I got to a get a grip, how did I get in THIS predicament
1, 2, 3 let me turn around and see who's kissing my neck

Not this fool again, I thought we had brought this shit to an end
One dance turned into a weekly one night stand
Now every time I leave to club, I seemed to holding this niggas hand
I'm going to leave him and that tequila alone

"hey you, wake the fuck up and take me home"