There she found me sitting in a parking lot With a 40 in my palm Drinking like I'm trying to forget Or maybe remember how to hold my head high Or maybe remember how to hold my head high Little blonde feel low in a short dress Makeup from her lashes Cutting down her face like a knife We're both thinking the same damn thing We're both thinking the same damn thing Don't give up the night, give up tonight Don't give up the night, give up tonight Don't give up the night, give up tonight Don't give up the night, give up tonight Don't give up the night, give up tonight Don't give up the night, give up tonight