The Day After
Around and around the room spinnin
tummy a whirlin.
Fresh coffee brewin
head a poundin.
Whose this in my beddin
oh what a fair maiden.
Down with coffee chugin
but head still poundin.
Did my car get taken?
What happen
I don't remember nothing
from new years partyin.
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