and so i take another shot,
and pretend its all bliss.
pour another round,
until I see your cherry lips.
taste your wine,
and take another trip.
chase the whiskey,
and move those hips.
run all out of liquor,
but she begins to strip.
empty my gin its alright,
i begin to lose my grip
one more bottle,
but she begins to slip,
three more shots,
and my mind is eclipsed.