| Damn girl, what’s your deal?
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| We were just tryin' to cop a feel
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| Seems ya got beat with an ugly stick
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| And those thighs are lookin' pretty thick
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| Your genetics didn’t bless you
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| So its booze to the rescue!
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| Your hotness level just got toggled
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| Embrace the power of beer goggles
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| Its an age old technique
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| For in between the sheets
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| Refill our empty cups
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| Blood alcohol level up!
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| You got what it takes to fuck some whales?
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| Man the harpoons! |
| Let’s bag some tail!
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| Wouldn’t fuck ya with someone else’s dick
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| Ladies, we could have our pick
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| But thanks to liquid sense destroyers
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| We’re equal opportunity employers
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| Even your goddamn rolls have rolls
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| Before we put it in yar holes
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| We’ll find a toilet so we can yack
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| Then pound ya with our monster sacks
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| Bump and grind like you’re a perfect ten
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| You think it’ll last, but think again
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| Kick ya to the curb and hit the road
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| Shotgun some cans for a quick reload
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| Keep tellin' yourself personality matters
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| As last call quickly descends
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| Hazy judgments become our friends |