D.C. Party Machine

I left my car on Wolfe St Cause I have birds fly beneath my heels I get high off of their sound And I look cool with my shades on And every blonde girl thinks I'm so tight I want to be there, I even tried And I brought rum in a brown bag Cause I'm no boring birthday card I saw her for the first time Does she like guys with coffee? Shit I'm too drunk and I can't talk right I want to meet her, then I tried I love D.C I met her at the apartment We think Beach House is better at night Maybe we should go outside Cause it's nice, nice, nice I sat down on a park bench And every stranger was eyeing at me Even blind men can now see I'm a D.C. Party Machine I LOVE D.C