Last Call Queen

Verse 1

Clock out, boots on, Friday night bite

Phone rings — “Girl, we going out tonight”

Black liner, leather, hair let down

Small town burning when I roll through town

Jacked up Chevy, speakers on attack

Rock song screaming, yeah I’m not coming back

Neon lights calling my name again

I walk through the door — let the chaos begin

Pre-Chorus

Bartender smiling, he knows my drink

I don’t want one — I want three, I think

Chorus

First shot, second shot, third shot — gone

Bass so loud that my heart beats wrong

Cornhole in the back, boys talking trash

I’m up on the bar like a match to a flash

Double shot, feeling hot, hair falling down

Whole damn place when I move around

Last call ringing but I’m just begun

I’m the last call queen and I don’t run

Verse 2

Saw you looking but you played it cool

So I played a little harder like I make the rules

Pulled you closer, said “You keeping up?”

You said “With you? I’m already stuck.”

Music shaking, bodies tight

Whiskey kisses under red light

Laughing so hard we can’t stand straight

But nobody here wants the night to wait

Chorus

First shot, second shot, third shot — gone

Bass so loud that my heart beats wrong

Cornhole in the back, boys talking trash

I’m up on the bar like a match to a flash

Double shot, feeling hot, hair falling down

Whole damn place when I move around

Last call ringing but I’m just begun

I’m the last call queen and I don’t run

Bridge (slow, dreamy, cinematic)

3:45 and we’re out the door

Barefoot laughing on a neighborhood floor

Backyard pool in the moonlight glow

You said “This is crazy” — I said “I know”

Jumped right in, cold blue splash

Living too fast, burning that match

Sky turning pink, night turning gray

But I didn’t want that night to fade

Breakdown (soft → heavy)

6 AM laying in the grass

Sun coming up on a night gone fast

Someone yelling “Y’all can’t stay here”

I open my eyes and you’re laying right here

You wrote your number on my hand in ink

Said “Call me when you wanna not think”

Final Chorus (big, emotional)

First shot, second shot, third shot — gone

Nights like this don’t last too long

Dancing on the bar like I own this town

But you were the one thing that slowed me down

Last call ringing, morning sun

We were wild but we were young

Truck door slam and I’m smiling still

Yeah that last night gave me a thrill

Outro

Neon on my skin

Your voice in the wind

Next Friday night

Do it all again

I’m the last call queen…

Yeah I’m the last call queen…