Wednesday, April 28, 2010

After the party

Ughhhhm, my head feels terrible and I feel sick.
Oh, it's morning already. Where am I?
Hmmm, check out my hair, is it all right?
I can't seem to walk straight, I need a little help here.
That's what fighting can do to your face.
Okay, here comes the police to check us out, steady everyone.
Run baby run, these fellas want to have us for lunch.

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