Tingling mind and too big a smile At least i got the room Spinning with me Trying hard to walk A straight line I think i lost my femininity Another shot Hey Tipsiness in affect On my hands and my knees Lost all my dignity Just made a pathetic prayer Need someone to hold my hair A fearsome substance abuse But there's so much to choose Can't even crawl straight home Can't get the keys in the door Prickly heart and watery eyes I'm ripe to be emotionalized Coated tongue and hairy teeth I guess im not so ladylike A social lubricant... Yeah? I'm beyond thinking acts
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