sitting in the bar
switch to whiskey
tastes like shit
but kills the pain
need to be special
to somebody
even for a few hours
ain’t none at home
barland bullshit
poor peacock
trying to impress
stop wasting time
take me home
fuck me hard and fast
better than what’s at home
name’s Sue, by the way
don’t tell me yours
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