The Last Party - Whitney Rose

Take all my party dresses, ribbon for my hair

Take all my high-heeled shoes, won’t matter what I wear

Round up all the shots of whiskey, all of the champagne

I’m gonna pour it all down the drain

Last time that I heard him say he’d marry me someday

Last time we made all the love like we’d never get enough

The last time he held me tight, even our last fight

Turned out to be the last party

Go cover every jukebox, smash all the guitars

There’s no more music now, even sad songs feel so far away

Board up every theatre, there’ll be no more shows

Why do the birds still sing?

Surely they must know

Last time that I heard him say he’d marry me someday

Last time we made all the love like we’d never get enough

The last time he held me tight, even our last fight

Turned out to be the last party