Where the **** stops
and that is you
after a good night at the bar
your mates tell
have some food
line the inside of you
so you do
then you and your mates go on to a club
the night ahead of you
pretty woman and bright light
eyes dazed you have scoured
the night is yours
your mates have now gone
there nights to remember
Yours
you will remember none
now she it there at the taxi rank
she looks into your eyes
you now as she moves to your lips
time passes
well a minuet or two
you hug
you feel her curves
and then thew up down her back
the next thing you remember
is you are you
and why does
my head hurt so
Just remember to thank her for getting you home.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 4:33 PM UTC
Where the **** stops
and that is you
after a good night at the bar
your mates tell
have some food
line the inside of you
so you do
then you and your mates go on to a club
the night ahead of you
pretty woman and bright light
eyes dazed you have scoured
the night is yours
your mates have now gone
there nights to remember
Yours
you will remember none
now she it there at the taxi rank
she looks into your eyes
you now as she moves to your lips
time passes
well a minuet or two
you hug
you feel her curves
and then thew up down her back
the next thing you remember
is you are you
and why does
my head hurt so
Just remember to thank her for getting you home.
TRue story Ohps :-) P@ul
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