Two things:
1. The chick in this story is actually a really good friend of mine. I'm only poking fun at her.
2. Yes, everything in this song actually did happen. I was there for parts of it. Don't believe me? Check out her blog: smoyerman.wikidot.com
- John
lyrics
Wasted and still you keep
High GPA and BAC
How could it be?
23, a PhD and still the life of the party
An Asian with no sense of moderation
Drank the whole handle for a standing ovation
And peed it out, on the couch
In your sleep, but you see..
There’s no need to panic
Destroy the evidence
Walk out the back entrance
Then write a confessional
She drinks and drives on cruise control
Her seat reclined, that’s how she rolls
Her t-shirt keeps tabs on the toll
15 guys… and 7 hos
Ten drinks in and the rooms still spinnin’
You’ve got a hankerin’ for burnin somethin’
Lit a cross in the quad
And set off a racial PR jihad
Now there’s cameras flashin’, chain reaction
The public’s angry and they need satisfaction
What are you gonna do?
You just keep drinking with your friends
Till its through
Singing, “Jaeger bombs, sluts!
Let’s blow a line in the kitchen!”
We were born the same day
On different pathways
I went right and she went left
I was the preacher’s kid
While she’s gettin’ high and cheatin’ death
Cuz in her eyes it’s a matter of principle
To spend your life trying to prove you’re invincible
No need to panic
She’s Little Miss Blackout
credits
from Little Miss Blackout,
released August 8, 2009
John Norwood - Vocals/Guitar
Chris Bentley - Bass
Ryan Silvernail - Drums