©2015 Tom Arnold / Deadbeat Music

She's got coke in her pants and she's ready to dance
And she hasn't been drunk in three weeks
Her rehab bracelet isn't dialed in for blow
She's hitting the town and she's ready to go

All night
All night
All night
All night
She's got coke in her pants
And she's ready to dance all night

Those Long Island iced teas are a thing of the past
She learned her lesson through her stints in rehab
No more drinking it leaves a fat head
No more drinking the publicity’s bad

All night
All night
All night
All night
No more drinking
The publicity's bad all night

So let's leave the paparazzi
Far behind
We'll meet in the bathroom
At a quarter to nine
We'll drink Perrier
Til the crack of dawn
And we'll party, party, party, party, party, party, party

The fight in the car wasn’t something she’d planned
It seemed that her friends just got plain out of hand
The wild goose chase and the public arrest
Let the whole world see what was down in her pants

All night
All night
All night
All night
Let the whole world see
What was down in her pants all night