I came to the club,
As the party people sip in bub.
I sat by the counter,
And asked for tequilla to the bartender.
I had shots and shots,
Til the club went hot,
‘Cause a shorty came near to me,
To drink Patron and martini.
The DJ turned up the floor with a Flo Rida beat.
We went to the dance floor and shared the heat.
How could a goddess ask a mere me to dance?
In the groovy air, we put up our hands.
She came to my lips and asked, “Tell me, what’s your flavor?”
I came to her ear and said, “May be just get my number.”
We got drunk by the lights in the place,
And by how Patron and martini taste.