miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011

Some day I'll know just what to do

The drinks are flowing, just like the river
Then she keeps going
The whole night ends with a blur
She's got no limit
She thinks she's so tough
Can't walk a straight line
At the end of the night she's rough
Her dress whispers reckless
That night starts now as she slips on her necklace...

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