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Feb 2018
Ten men standing in a line,
but my eyes only go to one.

Ten men standing so fine,
but only one is the bullet
to my gun.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.

Ten men standing in line working hard,
but my eyes only want to write letters
to one.

Ten men standing ready for a game,
but only one could put my level
to shame.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.

The more trouble you make,
the more drinks you take,
you know that's how the
game starts.

A captain or a coke,
this is no joke,
my eyes only go to one.

You're a double and a half,
you make them all laugh,
look so sweet,
but you're bitter to the core.

My intentions are just a few sips,
but a few sips lead to more.
Ten men standing in line,
but I only want one picking
me off of the floor.

You're a drug they say.
They try to warn me.

I say I'm listening,
but I'm just wishing.
Oh can I take a drink?
I want to have some fun.
WRR-
william robert roy
Written by
william robert roy  23/F
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