Oct 2012
Buzzing like a bee.
This alcohol causes me to flee.
Clears all that I can see.
All that I could be.
And I'm know longer in need.
I don't mind what you choose
I'll just sip on my *****.
This alcohol causes me to flee.
Clears all that I can see.
All that I could be.
And I'm know longer in need.
I don't mind what you choose
I'll just sip on my *****.
