Going in, going in, going in, going in You, you, you, you, you Hate me 'cause I tell you the truth Maybe your friends are confused I'm gonna tell you the truth Go ahead and go Bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan Go, bailan, bailan, bailan, bailan All week,

I'll be drunk again All by myself To feel a little love Should I, should I? Maybe I'll get drunk again I wanna be drunk when I wake up On the right side of the wrong bed And every excuse I made up Tell you the truth I hate