Promotion counter with free drinks.

Pretty white Italian girl, costumed, with saucer.

My hands are empty.

I go.

The man at the counter, costumed, I ask him:

How much for a shot?

He says it is free.

May I I say?

I don't know he say.

Why not I says.

I don't like black men.

Why not.

You know why.

I don't.

I get the shot.

                            We laugh.

I get the shot.

                            We laugh.

I get the shot.

                            I hear

the others are looking for me outside.
                          
                                                                ­           I'm sorry:

                             I hear

my friends: are looking

                                                        ­                  for me

                                                            ­              outside.    

I drink the shot.

I laugh I drink the shot I wait in line I type on my phone while the others my friends wait for me god the line they are waiting for me while I type on my phone while they are waiting I am the only one here how can it be what an awesome place this country is what songs what statues what music what marble what ******* people that push in front of you in the drinks line I like this song a European house music remix of the song I know ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* ******* are these:

the types of songs You wanted me to sing to say that this is my skin and so is the Muse happy now?