Hate to think
What would happen if I started to drink like you
Maybe I would
Loosen up
So pour me another gin.
Guzzle down
My neck will burn
And as we kiss
And I'm sick in your mouth
I know you want more
Lick my open wounds
And add some ice
And choke on my sick vice
Oh God, the lights are on.
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