nine pm and jukeox

Nine pm , smoke crowded room and jukebox '
we girls die for love dont you ever learn
boys dont do the same , sometimes i wonder if i wore your friend ?
nine pm , smoke crowded room , and jukebox
i remember how i felt so gangsta by your side
little did i know you shot down girls and kissed every girl in town
its was packed , you wore smashed but i see everything clearly
so i dancing by my own