Why not.
why go out drinking? some say, "why not?"
No more toys, no more crayons.
These kids want shots, shots, shots.
Glasses, bottles, kegs, why not?
Now you're behind the wheel.
Now you're in front of the cops.
Red solo cups liter the back seat.
Blue lights blind your eyes.
Cold silver bracelets strangle your wrists.
Now were those drinks really worth it?
So why take the risk?
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