We walked in on karaoke night
sat on stools by the bar
some girls chatted with you
I couldn't say a word
I prayed you didn't insist we 'have a go'
like when we sang Take That in
a Bulgarian ski lodge
Everyone was light-hearted and
effortlessly messy
I couldn't speak only drink
The song choices were uniformly terrible
according to Lord Snooty, but
one very excuse me hot chick shone
singing Real Love by R. Kelly
followed by an even hotter piece
performing Strutter by Kiss
you see what I mean
I clutched my glass, sure to be
ejected as a buzzkill
and tried to enjoy the San Franciscan night
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