Tonight is the night for romance.

The moon is serenading our dance.

My love for her is enhanced.

I am in a hypnotic trance.

Just one look at her enchanting glance…

Oh no, I spilled wine on my pants,

And now I don’t stand a chance.

Tonight is the night to go home.

I feel like being alone.

Having wine on my pants is not cool.

I’m going home looking like a fool.

Red wine on beigh pants is the worst.

I’m going home in a Hearse.