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Where to begin? With a spin! With a sin! But you've spilt all your wine Down your chinny-chin-chin... The neighbors are talking Though I hate to relay The concern that they show For it drains fun away You're just having fun So you say, so you say The spinning helps get you Up, up and away Your advances are tainted By slur and by sway You stumble and fumble What an awkward display Ah, now I sound judgy My teeth grin and gnash And I know I've grown pudgy From all of the hash But my tells are subtle Not in people's face You're stuck in a puddle You'll fall on your face I want to repair it; We want to be free; We'll **** and impair it, ...Him, you, and me.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
Drunkly Stumbling
Where to begin? With a spin! With a sin! But you've spilt all your wine Down your chinny-chin-chin... The neighbors are talking Though I hate to relay The concern that they show For it drains fun away You're just having fun So you say, so you say The spinning helps get you Up, up and away Your advances are tainted By slur and by sway You stumble and fumble What an awkward display Ah, now I sound judgy My teeth grin and gnash And I know I've grown pudgy From all of the hash But my tells are subtle Not in people's face You're stuck in a puddle You'll fall on your face I want to repair it; We want to be free; We'll **** and impair it, ...Him, you, and me.
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Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 5:14 AM UTC
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