[Lyric] Parking Lot (Clara La San)

Don't know where to go
The man's in the bed, I'm cold
I'm calling you on your phone, three, four times in a row
And I ain't gone quit until I finally get you to pick up the line
And you'll wanna know what I want, yeah
It's eleven o'clock, i'm right on the dock
I had a feeling I have to see my shine
To see my-
But it's gotta be with the quickness
Gotta get back to my home and if I miss this
I'm with this, I'm telling you