Up half the night with whiskey and wonder
It's the phone that knows I have a date today
Head hurts, belly aches, I feel like murder
I can't get up right yet, I'm not ready
Before I levitate I consider
the following: my days are full, fair, fast
living so I may have made a blunder
one or two or three, it's anyone's guess
A lot of them I have to keep inside
Not that I'm ashamed, but they'd make you angry
without you around I just don't confide
keeping things in ain't all that bad, Baby
I get up, make my way to the shower
try to wash away my sins for an hour
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