Drink Until Its Gone
Pour me a glass
Big and slender
I just need that bender
Guzzle it down
Poor me
Poor me
Give me what you got
As long as it works
Don't make me tell you again clerk
Guzzle it down
Poor me
Poor me
Tipsy and ready to go
Glass down in maybe two gulps
Give me another look ill beat you to a pulp
Guzzle it down
Poor me
Poor me
Drown sorrows
Drown memories
Poor you
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