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Your Mom After a Rough Night

I'm in the diner uptown, sitting around, b.s. ing with Teddy. Don't just stand there and say nothing to me, I got a hangover like you wouldn't believe. Pour me, poor me 5/8 of a cup of coffee. It's tooth hurty in the afternoon and I'm in a cocoon. Pour me, poor me 5/8 of a cup of coffee. Bonnie and Clyde are at the gas station getting busted and I'm sitting here trying to get adjusted. Poor me, pour me 5/8 of a cup of coffee and I'll call it a day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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