| My little disaster asleep on the floor
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| Drank till she couldn’t stand up anymore
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| Her friends are all strangers, she’s weird as hell
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| Shes a short story I never can tell
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| Sweet little drunkard too clever by half
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| I bet you she never once stifled a laugh
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| She lets it all out, she leaves it to hang
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| She winds it all up and goes out with a bang
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| My little disaster rolls over at dawn
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| Says «Remember when we woke up and got it on?»
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| I ask «Is that right now?» |
| and she says «Indeed.»
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| It’s never too early for your a’la me
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| My lady of leisure looms large in the room
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| Force of nature, foreteller of doom
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| Might not have a mattress but she has got me
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| Tomorrow I’ve got no idea where I’ll be
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| Life is too short to say no when you’re asked
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| To share a shag rug or a pull off a flask
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| Right now there’s one thing I do know for sure
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| My little disasters asleep on the floor
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| My little disasters asleep on the floor |