Life · Poetry

Stawberry Liquor and Drunken Kisses


Strawberry liquor and Drunken kisses
Ruffled sheets and forgotten manners
Invite me home and you’ll probably regret it
I’m nothing close to being a wife
I like to dance on poles and show off hidden talents in public
Strawberry liquor and drunken kisses
Girls like me
We just don’t care
My shorts are too short
My cleavage is too much
But strawberry liquor is good to me
Drunken kisses are a delight
Forget my name
Forget my face
It’s not like I’ll remember you anyway

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