night to forget

random stuff

i'll drink up, baby
to pour the words out of my mouth
you know i'd never kiss and tell
you know i like to make 'em doubt
i'll drink up,baby, i'm on my way to hell
my pride and dignity- i'd sell
you know i ain't no belle

sweet smelling whisky
will makes this more risky
in one lonely night to get this tipsy
i mean, what's one or two hickey?
tonight i'm down to get kinky

let me drown my frowns
and moan my mourns
for every polished words you said
just so that you can get laid

but in our bongs we are dying
what ever is in our head
makes us feel like we're flying
so maybe it's not so bad
that i go home with you
even if you'll be gone by day