Written by: Joseph Deeb         So much for clean sheets and a good week   We’ve got these rosy cheeks, loving words to speak      CHORUS      Baby, should I stick around would you paint this town   With me tonight, I want you in my life, baby tonight      We’ll blow our money on a good time   When everything’s funny, they’re all good lines   We’ll feast our eyes, on a full plate   And use our credit cards, and the valet oh yeah      CHORUS      They won’t understand us babe   They don’t really have to   We know where we’re going, we know what we wanna do      We’ll drink from paper cups only the best wine   And toast each Saturday to last a lifetime   We’ll drive all night, yeah ‘til it’s too late   To charge our Texaco card with a full tank oh yeah      CHORUS