St Paddy is a devil
with a cruel taste for beer,
last night he beat me on my head
until my vision disappeared.
My eyes are feeling blurry
and my head is a balloon,
I dont know if I'll make it
until this afternoon.
My mouth tastes like a harbour *****
and my breath smells like a sewer
my brain cells are on strike
and my throat is like a skewer.
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 12:39 AM UTC
St Paddy is a devil
with a cruel taste for beer,
last night he beat me on my head
until my vision disappeared.
My eyes are feeling blurry
and my head is a balloon,
I dont know if I'll make it
until this afternoon.
My mouth tastes like a harbour *****
and my breath smells like a sewer
my brain cells are on strike
and my throat is like a skewer.
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