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Ode To The Margarita


You've got your job cut out for you,
my love and I are finally through.
This neon sign says "Happy Hour",
I pray to God, you've got that power.

The waiter asks me what I drink.
Something straight up, or frothy pink?
I put my faith in you, good sir,
You can shake it up, or lightly stir.

No whiskey sours, no three toed sloth,
Margaritas are my quaff.
That lime green angel on a stem so slim,
and the halo of salt around the rim.

I'm in trouble now, its two for one,
Oh waiter, this one's almost done!
I'm feeling lighter, bye gloom and doom,
Someone point me toward the ladies room.

Just keep 'em coming, I'm here to stay,
Margarita take this pain away.
Mission accomplished, my ire did tame,
I can't even remember ole what's his name!!

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