Plastic Cup Toast

(ooh-ooh-ooh) Toast the plastic cup

Watch the dust kick up

We are here for one last dance under the ceiling fan

You left your denim jacket on the rack

With a ticket

that

you won't bring back

Now you're standing in the alleyway Where the brick holds the heat

from yesterday

(mmm) I see you raising up your plastic cup

And the room starts heating up

Let it out, let it go

Let it out, let it go

Toast the plastic cup

Watch the dust kick up We are here for one last dance

under the ceiling fan

(under the fan)

Last-call elegance, keys in hand Leaving patterns in the wet alley sand

One more toast in the dark

Just a single quiet spark

Toast the plastic cup

Watch the dust kick up

We are here for one last dance under the ceiling fan (yeah,

under the fan)

Under the ceiling fan

(last call) (bye bye)