Virgin
Heart’s a thumping, senses reeling
Never had this kind of feeling
Faces ‘round me all a blur
Simple words I start to slur
Ground’s a moving up and down
Room’s a spinning round and round
Legs just won’t support my weight
How'd I get in such a state?
One single drink was all it took
To get this poor boy on the hook
With all that whiskey wine and beer
It’s no surprise I’m feeling *****
And if I get up off this floor
Ain’t never gonna drink no more
© John W Fenn 28-04-2009
Copyright © John Fenn | Year Posted 2009
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