Gripping a gleaming mic in my fingers, I belt out on stage…smiling at the audience eclipsed by spotlights. You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate…the rest of you like you're the TSA…I wish I could go along, babe, don't get me wrong. You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain…pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape…if you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait…until that day…I'd rather take my whiskey neat…my coffee black and my bed at three…you're too sweet for me~
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