A club full of drugs.
All I want is a hug.
Listening to the music.
With my favourite tic playing.
The beer is flowing
With people's rears showing
All I want to do is pull
But the dance floor is full
I scream and cry
but end up in bed with a try
To start a new day
Thinking what the hell have I done!
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Author:
charlotteed (
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- Category: Special occasion
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