We saw you trying to hit on every girl in the bar.
Stumbling your way home after a few to many, that's who you are.
Walk away, is what I wish you would do.
But flirting is nothing new.
You make your way from table to table.
If your able....
The smell across your breath,
Smells like death...
I saw you slip across the floor.
I just wanted to guide you out the first door.
Alone, every night, you make your way here.
Thank God, you leave your car at home, what you take is too much beer.
You'll never find your one true love, coming in here.
The only friend you have, is one more beer.
©terrylin53
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