you went out with your best sweater on
with every intention of dancing 'til dawn
but when the DJ played that song,
it all went wrong.


Crying on the cab ride home,
with, uh, Frank Sinatra on the radio
it might as well have been lil kim--
every song you hear remind you of him


and you'll say that it's no big deal
but it's the shake in your voice
that gives away how you feel
and that you couldn't slam the door
any faster.


and you'll say that it's no big deal
but it's the tears on your cheek
that give away how you feel
that tonight, tonight
was a disaster.