Is she here without a guy?
I pause in wonder when we meet
Will you sit close to me on the car seat?
Chase every sentence with some brew
You fit right in with my crew
This is where things get hazy
It’s not New Years if it doesn’t get crazy
Reinstall captain’s chairs
Curse every happy pair
Lay my head upon my arms
Resign to the Magic Power’s charms
Was it my fault or was it yours?
Surly I had too much Coors
Maybe next time I’ll win the race
Maybe next time you won’t be with fuck face
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