The Morning After
Oh man My Head hurts!
How did I get this bruise?
Now I can't find My Shirt
And where the hell are My shoes?
The smell of breakfast makes me nauseous
I want a burger, I should be cautious
The morning after texts start rolling in
Homegirl just told me , "Tonight, we're doing it again."
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