Mar 22, 2007 21:58
When you get drunk
you think you can dance
when you dance
boyfriends get mad
She wasn't skinny
would've broke a dick
though she was cute enough
I could close my eyes
My hands would feel it
I'd be limp
Though I felt pretty
Like a drunk doesn't
When you're drunk
You'll admit to death
Your kids are dead
Let the air in
I spell my name in piss
I drink till I'm sick
She sniffs
that's the drip
Thankfully I'm not a whore
and "These girls are delicate"
They are bones
On Credit, Blow