Remembering the night before,
How many glasses? How many girls??
And let's drink until we can't feel feeling.
Take a look at what we are and what we've become.
High class, my ass!
How many glasses? How many girls??
And let's drink until we can't feel feeling.
Take a look at what we are and what we've become.
High class, my ass!
Since 1985, too much deception in his life,
"please forgive me for blowing your friends at the party"
says his sister, skirt on ass.
High class, my ass!
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