Drunk; Love I've had one too many drinks Now the walls are shifting in front of me She said she was eighteen How was I supposed to glean From her cleavage, and her war paint That legal, she really ain't? Now we're back at hers She's throwing off her faux furs I can't do this Can I? Will my conscience allow? Will anyone find out? We're lying on her bed Hearts' racing. Passion spent. As the blood chills, and the thrill disperses I'm wondering what sort of man I am She's got that look in her eyes The madness of a seduced woman. I can feel the expectation in each rise and fall of her chest. Please let me go girl, just let me rest.
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