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see you walk into the room too many shots are going through my veins see you wishing for a bride and groom too many thoughts are going through your brain. don't feel deserted you've got another thing coming another thing coming to you babe run 'till we're sold spend several shots to ease this subtle night we're so cold weekend summer failures are allighned flush with your eyes lets kiss just one more time all you retro-indie-hipster fucks are strictly sexual to test your luck and you're pobably in his car making kids god forbid you've gone too far don't feel extorted, you're just a hoe fo sho' From Letras Mania