One glass, second glass,
that's it, it's passed,
hand me my water and I'll do just fine.
Not straight edge, but I keep away from the edge.
Don't want to look like a droopy car wreck
I want to remember the night.
My mouth doesn't taste like acidic hooker spit,
I'm not out of my mind, spewing stupid shit.
My fingers don't taste like lime
My eyes stay focused all the time
Drooling is for babies,
puking in public is not for ladies.
Being "buzzed" is an excuse to feel high.
Why would I want to be a soggy mess
When I spent time trying to look my best?
I want to remember the night.
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