Vodka Orange Juice Songtext
My friend drove me to the party,
In her red velvet dress,
She’s always looking at her best,
For the tall and pretty boys.
I’m shaking to the core now,
These things get the best of me,
These goddamn kids can be so mean.
Now here comes James with the long brown hair,
In her red velvet dress,
She’s always looking at her best,
For the tall and pretty boys.
I’m shaking to the core now,
These things get the best of me,
These goddamn kids can be so mean.
Now here comes James with the long brown hair,
A scent of bitterness fills the air,
He sees me standing next to the girls,
And he shakes his head.
So smug he towers over me,
I’m scared he’s gonna’ try and cause a scene,
So I tell him,
Patiently.
It took me a while,
To be where I am now,
I learnt how to fight back,
You don’t even wanna know how.
He then smirks slowly,
And he pats my back.
He says,
The girls want a real boy,
And you’re not that
The girls want a real boy, And you’re not that
Now everybody’s dancing,
And i’m just sitting in the corner,
With my vodka orange juice.
I never should have come here,
But I don’t have a ride home,
And it’s all thanks to you.
Maybe it's the way that I act,
Or it might be the way I look,
Or maybe it's what he heard,
From his forty five year old uncle Brooke, That one saturday,
When the family had a barbecue,
The real boy couldn’t lift the meat tray, So his uncle swiftly
slapped his face and said,
No-one's gonna wanna marry you.
Now I don’t blame you james but I can't help the way I am,
I didn't sign up for this life but i'm doing the best that I can,
And it gets hard sometimes,
Boy i’ve tried to commit suicide multiple times.
It took me a while,
To be where I am now,
I learnt how to fight back,
You don’t even wanna know how.
Still I look in the mirror,
And another looks back,
She says ‘the girls want a real boy’,
‘The girls want a real boy’.
Now everybody’s dancing,
And i’m just sitting in the corner,
With my vodka orange juice.
I never should have come here
I never should have come here
But I don’t have a ride home
And it’s all thanks to you.
He sees me standing next to the girls,
And he shakes his head.
So smug he towers over me,
I’m scared he’s gonna’ try and cause a scene,
So I tell him,
Patiently.
It took me a while,
To be where I am now,
I learnt how to fight back,
You don’t even wanna know how.
He then smirks slowly,
And he pats my back.
He says,
The girls want a real boy,
And you’re not that
The girls want a real boy, And you’re not that
Now everybody’s dancing,
And i’m just sitting in the corner,
With my vodka orange juice.
I never should have come here,
But I don’t have a ride home,
And it’s all thanks to you.
Maybe it's the way that I act,
Or it might be the way I look,
Or maybe it's what he heard,
From his forty five year old uncle Brooke, That one saturday,
When the family had a barbecue,
The real boy couldn’t lift the meat tray, So his uncle swiftly
slapped his face and said,
No-one's gonna wanna marry you.
Now I don’t blame you james but I can't help the way I am,
I didn't sign up for this life but i'm doing the best that I can,
And it gets hard sometimes,
Boy i’ve tried to commit suicide multiple times.
It took me a while,
To be where I am now,
I learnt how to fight back,
You don’t even wanna know how.
Still I look in the mirror,
And another looks back,
She says ‘the girls want a real boy’,
‘The girls want a real boy’.
Now everybody’s dancing,
And i’m just sitting in the corner,
With my vodka orange juice.
I never should have come here
I never should have come here
But I don’t have a ride home
And it’s all thanks to you.
