The Drunken
My Body...
near the
bar. My
body, o o into
the bar!
Come out
Come _ out
Come play,
Voices shout
A telephone, A whirlpool, A seesaw, A smell,
Come out,
Come out,
Come play,
Watch out!
My body,
near the
car. My
body into
the car!
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