Hair Tie Video (MV)

So it's about what, half eleven?
I've had a bit too much to drink and, um, I need to pee so
I go to the bathroom and I see this girl crying over this guy
And I'm like, girl we don't cry over guys here
Like, he literally looks like SpongeBob
So, I sit down, give her a little pep talk
And she's still crying but, um, I don't know

She's crying on the floor, on the floor, does he miss me?
Little black dress to impress, kinda ditsy
The girl next door, she's a little bit tipsy
Drunk tears in her ears, saying, does he miss me?
I say you're too pretty to cry, find another
Who knows, he's probably got an even fitter brother
So don't stress in your little black dress my dear
You gotta let your hair down

Hair tie on my left hand
Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
Burn the blisters on my feet and
Let your hair down in the morning
We can dance until the dawn
And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me

I walk up to this random guy
I don't know who he is and I'm like
"What's your star sign?" And he's like
"I don't believe in that shit, sorry"
I was like, "I didn't ask you if you believed in it
I asked what is it?"

With the gift of the gab, he talks like Ghandi
Eyes on the prize when I blink like Bambi
Gotta sweet tongue, little shy he can be
Bit of intellect and wine
We play a bit of, ring of roses, dizzy doses
Got my heart on my sleeve when his mind imposes
White powder, louder, up his nose
He's gotta let his hair down

Hair tie on my left hand
Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
Burn the blisters on my feet and
Let your hair down in the morning
We can dance until the dawn
And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me

Fit as a fiddle, I let out a giggle
When his poker face played the piggie in the middle
Now I'm stuck in the middle with a riddler and his riddle
Figure out his mind, a little by little
Getting closer, closer, to this social smoker
Asked his star sign, now he's lost composure
A sweet talker, sits on the sofa
But can't converse when I lean in closer and

Hair tie on my left hand
Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
Burn the blisters on my feet and
Let your hair down in the morning
We can dance until the dawn
And I'll ride it down when he's dancing with me

So I look over and see my hair tie
Just chillin' on this older man's right hand
He seems a bit different though
Like he's got a bit of a spring in his step
You best believe I never saw that hair tie again

Hair tie on his right hand
Dimmer the lights, the lights simmer the set band
Plays a bit of Marvin Gaye on repeat
Burn the blisters on his feet and

Hair tie on his right hand, oh
Hair tie on his right hand
He's a changed, changed man
He's a changed, changed man
And it's all because of me