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Oh, okay. I'm drunk in the back of the car. I'm crying like a baby coming home from the bar. And I say, I'm gonna buzz into you. I don't wanna keep seeing you, just to keep you. I forgot my stuff for a second. Okay, I'm not gonna say anything.
You look like you've been through some trauma, and you're trying to go find some lad who's gonna treat you like a queen, yet they keep fucking clapping their ass and then disappearing like my dad did.