Intro: Something tells me its 3 o'clock I can't speak it's your damn fault Kept me up last night until 4 Like the night before and the night before The thought of you burns my mouth Turns my stomach inside out I think we better call it a night More of you is gonna make me want to fight Wake up, Wake up I'm your man That little red top's gonna come right off in a 1 night stand When I meet my maker When I find my mark Red top girl's gonna keep me warm in the cold, cold dark