I kissed a girl last night
And I didn’t feel a thing
She kissed me back last night
But she felt everything
I’m getting bad again I know
Listening to the words come out of her mouth
But they don’t fly they just drop to the floor
So I take another shot
In hopes that the fire in her words
Will fly off her lips
And burn mine
But the only burn I feel is the alcohol going down my throat
And her words don’t intrigue me as much as this whiskey does..
I’m getting bad again I know
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 2:01 AM UTC
I kissed a girl last night
And I didn’t feel a thing
She kissed me back last night
But she felt everything
I’m getting bad again I know
Listening to the words come out of her mouth
But they don’t fly they just drop to the floor
So I take another shot
In hopes that the fire in her words
Will fly off her lips
And burn mine
But the only burn I feel is the alcohol going down my throat
And her words don’t intrigue me as much as this whiskey does..
I’m getting bad again I know
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