Text: Traveling Wilburys. Volume 1. Last Night.

She was there at the bar, she heard my guitar
She was long and tall, she was the queen of them all
Last night, thinking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night

She was dark and discreet, she was light on her feet
We went up to her room and she lowered the boom
Last night, thinking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night

Down below they danced and sang in the street
While up above the walls were steaming with heat
Last night, thinking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night

I was feeling no pain, feeling good in my brain
I looked in her eyes, they were full of surprise
Last night, talking 'bout last night
Last night, talking 'bout last night

I asked her to marry me, she smiled, pulled out a knife
The party's just beginning, she said, ?Your money or you life?
Last night, talking 'bout last night
Last night, talking 'bout last night

Now I'm back at the bar, she went a little too far
She done me wrong, all I got is this song
Last night, thinking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night

Last night, talking 'bout last night
Last night, talking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night
Last night, thinking 'bout last night