Fan vad jag är på konstigt humör ikväll då..
Vodka cran in your hand and whose litte girl are you now?
Oh I'd ask for this dance but I know you'd play like you don't know how
What your coy smile exposes
A recent memory of when we shit our bed of roses
Beneath the cigarettes and sugar shit of alcohol breath
I can taste the ocean on your tongue
Remember when we sat on the sidewalk of your old block
Against the wall under the stars
Talking about love's meaning
Well, I wasn't dreaming
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