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And I can still remember
What started all this mess
You were impossibly stunning
In that black satin bridesmaid dress
"It's so wonderful to meet you..."
(I rehearse the words in my head)
"Let's say we shoot to the new bride and groom..."
(But I just hide at the bar alone instead)
I better think of something clever
And pray I don't get tongue tied
I'll plant my seed and make her laugh till she can't breathe
And I hope I'm taking her home with me tonight
Now the champagne is flowin'
And music fills up the room
Everybody is dancin'
Every one except for me a you
The lights slowly turn down
As a love song comes on
I drink my booze, march across the room, with my bad haircut and my baggy suit
Look into your eyes and say to you...
"Well it's now or never
I apologize in advance
It finally seems I've had enough to drink
I can finally ask you to dance"
Cause you make me
You make me
You make me
Act a fool
Cause you make me
You make me yeah
Carving through the night with our high-beams on
Awaiting the golden California sun
Everything I ever needed is here with me now
Arms stretch like wings out the car window
Singing out of key with the radio
I hope you know I am never taking you home
Cause you make me
You make me
You make me
Act a fool
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