Tuesday night at the market
Playing all the straight guys at the bar
I've got a couple boys in my pocket
So I'm only here to break your heart
Don't come crying to me
I like drinking for free
You don't have to tell me how to behave
I'm in my f*ck around phase
Last year I wasn't like this
Lost my balance and I fell hard
Wish I could blame it all on the circus
But you're the only clown that gave me scars
Put my art to the torch
Child of my own divorce
I don't wanna call my lawyer today
I'm in my f*ck around phase
Sitting round the kitchen table
Telling everyone what happened last night
They say "Brighid Why're you being an asshole"
Cuz Brighid wanna have a good time
You're shaking your head
But are you not entertained
Making up for all my lost mistakes
I'm in my f*ck around phase
Then I get home drunk
My keys misplaced
Guess I'm not going home today
I'm in my f*ck around phase