Friday, May 2, 2008

story of my life

Wish I could shut my playboy mouth
How'd I turn my shirt inside out?
Control your poison, babe.
Roses with thorns they say
And we're all gettin hosed tonight.
What's going out on the floor?
I love this record baby, but I can't see straight anymore.
Keep it cool what's the name of this club?
I can't remember but it's alright, alright.

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