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[bigs07]

With one or two I get used to the room. We go slow when we first make our moves. But five or six bring you out to the car. Number nine with my head on the bar. And it's sad, but true. Out of cash and I owe. I got you. Desperate desires and unadmirable plans. My tongue will taste the gin and malicious intent. Bring you back to the bar. Get you out

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[pinkfluffypuff]

i hope that has nothing to do with ur real life... =(

[bigs07]

not a thing