Lip Synch Misery
Two shots of rum, one shot of whiskey,
Felling kinda dumb, numb n' now im tipsy,
Headin' heaven sent, im bent like a gypsy
Oh baby please, teasin' hearts is risky.
Whoever lies, crys, dies in the mystery
of swollen sudden shock locking grace in history
Drowning out frowns before misery gets me
Two shots of rum, another of whiskey.
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