you can't lose when there are booz,
unless you're tipsy and hella ditsy.
when yoou can't dance and your on you're old romance.
callin that man. Shit's hittin the fan.
why you a do that why don't you ***** that...
you're lookin dumm you can't have more ***
girl you've just lost you're pride
if you go hurl I'll give you a ride.
time to go home and put you to bed,
when you wake up you'll wish you were dead.
See you tommarow in the bed full of sarrow. ;[
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:37 PM UTC
you can't lose when there are booz,
unless you're tipsy and hella ditsy.
when yoou can't dance and your on you're old romance.
callin that man. Shit's hittin the fan.
why you a do that why don't you ***** that...
you're lookin dumm you can't have more ***
girl you've just lost you're pride
if you go hurl I'll give you a ride.
time to go home and put you to bed,
when you wake up you'll wish you were dead.
See you tommarow in the bed full of sarrow. ;[
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