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Another Poem
Pretty much every guy thinks like this when they get to drunk.
Another night out.
Whiskey on the rocks.
I've picked my poison tonight.
Another drink down.
Whiskey on the rocks.
Blurred eyes cast on you.
Another drink down.
“Give her a compliment, turn on your charm.”
Blurred eyes cast on you.
You look too beautiful, but it's just.
“Give her a compliment, turn on your charm.”
Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your smile...
You look too beautiful, but it's just,
another night out.
Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your smile,
I've picked my poison tonight.
Pretty much every guy thinks like this when they get to drunk.
Another night out.
Whiskey on the rocks.
I've picked my poison tonight.
Another drink down.
Whiskey on the rocks.
Blurred eyes cast on you.
Another drink down.
“Give her a compliment, turn on your charm.”
Blurred eyes cast on you.
You look too beautiful, but it's just.
“Give her a compliment, turn on your charm.”
Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your smile...
You look too beautiful, but it's just,
another night out.
Maybe it's your eyes, maybe it's your smile,
I've picked my poison tonight.