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jankers
with the best of intentions
I went for a walk to think
not the slightest intention
of even one little drink
but seduce me oh seduce me
that virgin bottle said
playing on my need
messing in my head
I guess I must have fallen
‘cos i've got a head from hell
and I seem to be locked up
in the old guardroom cell
and I guess it will be orders
before the old man today
and I reckon this time
i'll get a week or so away
and I so hope i enjoyed her
I so hope she was kind
but she was that size of bottle
that just blanks out my mind
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