walk of shame

Walk of shame What a thing to be called, what a name It ain't right It ain't true on this beautiful day 'Cause there's a soul that's in my heart And it's started from the moment I departed from your bedside, I know I tried to go without you knowing I had gone Oh my God What a night, thanks for that, thanks a lot (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout) There's a pride In my stride as a I ride on the subway to my stop And though I look a little rough Tuck my shirt in, fix my cuff I can't complain This ain't a walk of shame I said last night to you I had a morning A morning for which I could not be late You said that you appreciate the warning You poured me so more wine And said then there's no time to waste And although It's a pain that the train's running slow (slow) I don't care If I'm late, they can wait, the don't know That there's a smile on my face From this melody you made So fuck the way that people talk Fuck my nine to five o'clock I can say that this ain't walk of shame --- walk of shame - Darren Criss