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Baby's Liquored Up
Baby's liquored up and she's talkin' to my friendsAbout this, that and nothin' then she starts it all againHead like a powder keg with hair that's on fireShe's lookin' for a sucker, Lord she found another buyerApe-breath, sudden death ~ sittin' on the barGrabbin' every butt she sees no matter who you areyellin' at the cops - now she's goin' too farShe just blew her lunch in my new car!She's allllllllllll liquored upMy baby's all liquored upShe's allllllllllll liquored upLord how'd she got so liquored upShe's allllllllllll liquored upShe smiles like a reptile and her lips are razor thinHer legs are made of jello but her voice can rip your skinTo hide her potty mouth she hikes her skirt above her headThe whole Seventh Fleet is checkin' out her spreadBottle cap, shot glass stuck to her snoutIn everybodys business don't care what its aboutRum, gin, anything now its gettin' stoutThe whole club's prayin' that she finally passes outLetras de cancionesShe's allllllllllll liquored upMy baby's all liquored upShe's allllllllllll liquored upShe said she'd be the designated driver!She's allllllllllll liquored upBottle cap, shot glass stuck to her snoutIn everybodys business don't care what its aboutRum, gin, anything now its gettin' stoutThe whole club's prayin' that she finally passes outShe's allllllllllll liquored upMy baby's all liquored upShe's allllllllllll liquored upand normally a very nice girl, but...She's allllllllllll liquored upI'm outta here!She's allllllllllll liquored up From Letras Mania