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Rated: 18+ · Lyrics · Entertainment · #768182
Since moving to New Orleans, I have had plenty of encounters with Bourbon Street.
Losing Control, drinking
to no end. Let's see how
many strangers I can offend.
Stumbling around, soon you'll
be picking my ass up off the
ground.

Bourbon Street we finally
meet. You am I determined
to try and beat, but I know
this is a near impossible feat.

Divers, Hurricanes, Hand
Gernades and more. What can
I say, I am an alcohol
whore.

The night is winding down,
it's almost over. With one
last shot of Jaeger I'll
erase it all, and be ready
to start over.

Oh Bourbon Street, how you
kicked the shit out of me.
I can't wait for many more
nights like these.
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