It was last nightnIn an empty warehouse party, ohnAnd there in the blacklightnI could see the tatoos glowing on your bodynnWell, oh, oh oh ohnOh, oh oh ohnnShe says to meet her therenBeside the power station, ohnAnd she said she'd let me starenIf the chemicals don't keep her waitingnnWell, oh, oh ohnWhoa, oh oh ohnnWell I'm always coming down from the night before where I left younI'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caughtnI'm always coming down from the night before when I beg younTo hear what gets you offnWhat gets you offnWhat gets you offnnRed fingernail polishnPeeling like a sunburn, ohnThat black designer dressnLooks better underneath our feetnYour knees on the dirtnnOh, oh oh ohnOh, oh oh oh ohnnWell I'm always coming down from the night before where I left younI'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caughtnI'm always coming down from the night before when I beg younTo hear what gets you offnWhat gets you offnWhat gets you offnYeah, what gets you offnOh oh oh, yeah...nnWell I'm always coming down from the night before where I left younI'm always coming down, but I'm doing my best to get caughtnWe're always coming down from the night before when I beg younTo hear what gets you offnWhat gets you offnWhat gets you offnOh oh oh...nWhat gets you off...