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Last night, I got served, a little bit too much of that poison baby
Last night, I had too much to drink and it affected my judgement

Last night, I did things I'm not proud of, and I got a little crazy
Last night, I behaved in ways that were out of character and regrettable

Last night, I met a guy on the dance floor, and I let him call me 'baby'
Last night, I met a guy and we danced together, and he used a pet name for me that I allowed

And I don't even know his last name
I didn't get the guy's last name and therefore don't know how to contact him

My momma would be so ashamed
The artist's mother would be disappointed in her behavior

It started out 'hey cutie, where you from?'
The guy began the conversation by calling the singer 'cutie' and asked where she's from

Then it turned into 'oh no! what have I done?'
The singer realized that the interaction had gone too far and was potentially a mistake

He left, the club, about around three o'clock in the morning
The guy left the club around 3 am

His Pinto, is sitting there in the parking lot, when it should of been a warning
The presence of a Pinto car in the parking lot should have been a warning sign

I had no clue, what I was getting into, so I blame it on the Cuervo
The artist did not have a good sense of the situation and is blaming the alcohol for her actions

Oh where did my manners go
The singer is reflecting on how she lost her sense of manners or propriety

Today, I woke up, thinkin' 'bout Elvis, somewhere in Vegas I'm not sure
The next day, the artist woke up disoriented and uncertain of her surroundings, with thoughts of Elvis on her mind

How I got here, or how this ring on my left hand just appeared
The singer doesn't know how she ended up where she is or how she got a ring on her finger

Outta nowhere, I gotta go, take the chips, and the Pinto, and hit the road
The singer needs to leave quickly, taking the gambling chips and the Pinto car with her

They say what happens here, stays here,
The singer is referring to the Las Vegas slogan which suggests that the events that happen there should not be shared

All of this will disappear, but there's just one little problem
Despite the idea that the events in Vegas are supposed to be forgotten, there is something that is causing a problem for the artist

What have I done, what have I done, what have I done
The artist is repeating this question to herself as she tries to remember what happened

Well what have I done, I don't even know my last name
The singer is trying to figure out what she did and can't remember her own last name