fresh cut...
not a feather on the night owl...
late lasts long, and people are strange....
don't play games, man I told you...
they are strange....
breath smells...
skin hangs....
no one remembers your name....
Shot after shot...
you told them...
they forgot....
Musical stools, and whimsical fools...
Spinning all the same....
circular debates, blowing at least 1.0 by the judges...
coversations hitting 194DB by the rebuttal....
That dame with the volcano cleavage is gonna try to snuff you, nips to lobes....
Drunk pick up love is pretty fucked up...
cause who is gonna be ABLE to take who home?
Juke box rocking "these eyes", and no body knows the words... But, cause of Superbad-- everybody knows the song....
So, they all moan and wail-- in something that resembles the tune...
Why don't you like going to dive bars?
Oh...
Yeah, well they're gonna be everywhere...
Hipsters got their hands in more bowls than the mob for sure....
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