Hope it's an open bar

Gray morning,raining off and on
gotta play dress up today,
fucking weddings

Don't really know the special
couple,my date does,they'll ask
him,"who brought the drunk bitch?"

I'm not a high heel,pretty dress
wearing kinda gal,a pair of jeans
and a v-neck shirt,yeah,that's me

Most of the time I'm not
wearing shoes,I'm a little rusty

Struggle to remember names
of unknown,smile,nice to
fucking meet you,where's the bar

I'm a people person,a bit rough
around the edges,tongue like
a razor,polite when I need to be

Either you like me or you don't,
most people do,that's what I'm told

Free food,free booze,that's why
I go

So I'll pour myself into something
nice,jam my pretty pink toes into
some heels,I already know the heels
are coming off before they say I do,

And hope it's an open bar