Do shots first, ask questions later on And tomorrow morning figure out where it all went wrong See if we can try to stay the hell out of our own way I feel like I've known you my whole life My life didn't start until tonight Now we're feeling so good We're feeling so fine Until tomorrow, but that's just some other time And this is totally obvious Obviously wrong I gotta know how this ends, so go on Back to your place after the bars close And I'm feeling strangely turned on at the sight of your dirty clothes Critiquing your refrigerator magnet poetry Smelling the latest issue of Seventeen Wondering how all this will read in your diary I ask your Magic 8 Ball But I know what I'll get Could this be the real thing? It says, Don't Count on It. Together but somehow alone We go on This is totally obvious Obviously wrong But this is turning me on I gotta know how this ends, so go on