From the bar counter I can see you see me
As your eyes meet mine , there is a connection
I ask for a beer as you take your shots
As you get your change , I take my sip
We seem to be up to something even as we try to hide
We head back to the dancefloor you tell your friends about me
I think I saw you point at me
I tell my boys your mine
They tell me am drank
I just think am too frank
As you get intoxicated, I get wasted
Your drank eyes invite me over
I dance to you when the fireboy comes over me
The tenderness of your waist make me want to wash my hands before I touch you
As I rub my guy on your nyash
I don't feel the argue to let you go
I am looking for consent from your ear
We stagger out of the bar leaving my friends behind
I think we are going home to fuck
These decisions are for alcohol
Only that the moment is amazing
Guess what we just drunk fucked!
Bush War General
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