If its Hennessy that sets me free then let it be
If this ecstasy belongs to me
Then I smoke tree
Choke me in coke
Drown me in dope
I sink Black Labels til Johnnie Walks unstable
Blame it on juice
Krush Lite Castles by dozens
Russian Captains meet four cousins
Bear, Morgan, Buck and Gin
Tell Old Tales of Smirnoff Spin
Hops, saaz and malted barley
Windhoek, Amstel and Barcadi
I reap Fruits of Brutal Colour
Mango yellow, apple ciders Saritas and
Redd's of Roses' wines and Sangrias
Your Dry Whites, Blanc de Blancs and Chardonnays
Sparkling Le Roux's and Three Ships cruise to the land of
High......nice and tipsy
Hi hangover...did you miss me?
It sounds crazy
Still its amazing
How you set me free
So dear alcohol..
Hear's a tribute
To you
From me
These modern day girls,
they don't fall in love
like they did in the black and white movies,
no more Audrey Hepburns' sipping on chardonnays
and pursing gold flake cigarettes
over a bowl of delicate conversation
they're unsophisticated,
they puff on cigars
and gulp down jello shots
while attempting a balletic demeanor
as poetic as Grace Kelly
but their actual depiction
is gauche
and lacking the ability
to fool any heart,
especially Cary Grant's
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