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Been drinking too much, honey, I am sorry
you know that I love you. It was just one of those
Saturday nights where I should have made
a decision earlier, or just call you, I know, I know;
and so I ended up at a bar telling stories about
You to a woman with a flower print on thin dress
drinking vodka with a straw and before I knew it
I found myself crying like a baby, my love.
You know how much I love you? I was pathetic,
with the taste of leather in my mouth, kiss me.
I need you. Can’t you see. Why are you crying