My girl told me, i gotta get out the door
My girl told me, to get the hell out the door
I have a sick sad feeling, she donít want me here no more.
ĎCause iíve been drinkiní till eleven, when the sun shines through that door.
Alone again in an alley, all by myself
Alone in this ally, just thinking to myself
I need some whiskey, but itís all up on the shelf.
ĎCause iíve been drinkiní till eleven, and now iím talkiní to this elf.
Iím seeiní all these things, donít know what to do
Seeiní so many things, no idea what to do
Drinkiní so much whiskey, but you would too.
ĎCause my girl kicked me out, no time to grab my other shoe.
Walkiní around here with a cold foot
Iím walkiní around town, and i have a cold foot
Lots a people cominí around, askiní for my shirt
ĎCause iíve been drinkiní too much whiskey, walkiní Ďround naked covered in dirt.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Cassandra (22.214.171.124) -- Tuesday, March 6 2007, 02:07 pm|
LMFAO! Really funny! Who did you get that idea from? Bren? LOL!
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