A few drinks and a different scene
Look around and your skin
Feels the heat of the unknow
You barely can make such a speech
And notice it's passed two, three years
Your head looks now so forgetfull
Despite all the little goes
Don't ask me how was her shoes
I even saw her blonde friend first, but
Before the heat walk away
The blonde was and we could play
A tongue quest foreplay
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