“Play it cool,” they said to me one afternoon.
Five years later, people drop me in their drinks. Scotch on the rocks.
The glass speaks to them from behind drunken eyes.
“I am the Twist",
the twist that accompanies the elixir you crave so fervently.
Sep 25, 2012
Sep 25, 2012 at 8:16 AM UTC
“Play it cool,” they said to me one afternoon.
Five years later, people drop me in their drinks. Scotch on the rocks.
The glass speaks to them from behind drunken eyes.
“I am the Twist",
the twist that accompanies the elixir you crave so fervently.
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