End
of the evening.
It's
the end of the evening and I'm burnt and blasted
and the way I feel now I'm surprised that I lasted
and you take my hand
and lead me upwards
with the drop of your dress
I'm glad that we trusted
oh oh oh
.
As
I lay in the sea of the booze and the bedsheets
when I'm glad I ignored all the things that my head said
and you touch my chest
and lead me outwards
and I don't need the Gods
to tell me what I should
oh oh oh.
Like
the bird in the bamboo I'm at the mercy
of the forces of nature and I feel the frenzy
and you touch my hips
and lead me forward
and you're making me drunker than ever the wine could
oh oh oh.
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