Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Alcohol



One sip
Turns to two then three
One drink turns to four then five
I feel so alive as I dip and I dive
Around the bend
Here's a fin, lets begin
Our downwards spiral
Down, down we go
Headed to the dance floor
We never should have started
Now we actin hella retarted
Laughing, dancing, flirting-just doing
our thing
Answering the phone when it rings
Knowing we can't hear a fucking thing
As Beyonce tells him to put a ring on it...
We swag and surf our way to the bar
Which seems kinda far
Pushing through the crowd
Its hella loud
We shout back and forth
Aint I ... So fresh and so clean... Clean
Order another round
We still get'n down
Bogus Dudes grabbing our waist
Time to put em in their place
As one sip turns to two then three
The sound of the clock keeps going tick tock
Last call is announced
Time to bounce
But Where to next
Where's the waitress with the check
My eyes are blurry as I head to the lex
Outside the air is chill-
Now I wondering if I paid my bill
Ooh girl My hair is matted
Some one shouts Let's go get tatted
In a drunken haze we raise our hands to slap 5...
Miss each other by a mile wide
Giggles erupt
People turn to stare
But we don't care
Stilettos pinching
Dress rising
Make up caking
Cause at the end of the night
We'll laugh and we'll fight
But once that drink gets in sight
we Know everything will be all rite

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