| DDDDRUNK
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| M.Pellegrini
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| Whisky on the rocks
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| cigarette down the block
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| I’m good, i’m fine
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| I’m in love,
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| i’m alive
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| Hit the street, hustling,
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| your gristles are crumbling
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| you hear me, i’m fine
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| i’m in live,
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| yeah i’m a love
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| Hear the beat, boom boom
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| it shot me down
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| you see boy, i’ve been around
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| you’re laughing
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| cause i’m high
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| i’m above
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| i’m alive
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| I’m drunk, i’m drunk,… i’m fucked up
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| You’re funny, and you’re like
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| a mongoose on the look out
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| see me, i’m fine
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| i’m your love
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| yeah i’m alive
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| Hold me tight, and please my s (k)in
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| you’re stirring up like a mandolin
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| i’m sweating but i’m fine
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| i’m in lust
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| and i’m alive
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| She was sobbing on Bob’s shoulders,
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| that S.O.B, Robert the soul robber,
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| then she sobered up
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| and she gobbled her so-so sour sir
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| I’ve been to the Bermuda and back,
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| it gives you a boner
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| I only remember melting down the gutter
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| I’m a mermaid’s pimp
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| with eating disorder
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| and if you get down on your knees
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| i’ll show you her knockers |
| I’m a neptune’s creature
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| a tender seaweed monster
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| hear the sonar,
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| it’s time to be a proper disaster
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| my hips are tossing
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| but my love is a wet cracker
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| i can hold my breath for a long time
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| but i’m definitely not a good swimmer
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| Now leave me, i’m shit faced
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| you alky, gimme space,
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| yeah you heard me
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| i’ll be fine
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| yeah i know i’m a cunt
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| but i’m alive
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| D-D-D-D-D drunk
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| She was sobbing on Bob’s shoulders,
|
| that S.O.B, Robert the soul robber,
|
| then she sobered up
|
| and she gobbled her so-so sour sir
|
| I’ve been to the Bermuda and back,
|
| it gives you a boner
|
| I only remember melting down the gutter
|
| I’m a mermaid’s pimp
|
| with eating disorder
|
| and if you get down on your knees
|
| i’ll show you her knockers
|
| I’m a neptune’s creature
|
| a tender seaweed monster
|
| hear the sonar,
|
| it’s time to be a proper disaster
|
| my hips are tossing
|
| but my love is a wet cracker
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| i can hold my breath
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| but i definitely not a good swimmer |