I've never held a beverage to my lips

I imagine beer tastes just like piss

And I can't believe I'm sober as I'm saying this

But I'm sure I've tasted intoxication.


You're just like the bottom of a bottle

I tip you back, just dawdle

And while it always starts off at full throttle

I'm left with regret and exasperation.


You would always laugh, call me virgin pure

Hold your glass tight and let the boys pour

Always just a little bit--just a little bit more

And I'm left drunk

On infatuation.


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