Drunk Off Her Ass

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Drunk Off Her AssShe lied to her mom about my partycos her church don't allow Bacardishe's five foot three about a hundred poundsshe chugged a jug but shouldn't have had an ounceshe was drunk off her assand having a good timedrunk off her assI can't get her off my mindshe was fine and she was fastcos she was drunk, drunk off her assshe jumped on a table and danced for the crowdthe way she wore those jeans sure wore me outI felt dizzy, Lord that gal was hotI wasn't drunk off whiskey, no I gotdrunk off her assand having a good timedrunk off her assI can't get her off my mindshe was fine and she was fastcos she was drunk, drunk off her assme oh my, some time went byseveral days or morethought I was a goner,when her and her mamacame-a-knockin' at my doorshe preached some Gospel, what was I to thinkwhen she turned to leave she gave a wicked winkthought about convertin', she'd make a hellavuh wifethe preacher'd see me smilin' and think I was high on lifebut I'd be drunk off her assand having a good timedrunk off her assI can't get her off my mindshe was fine and she was fastcos she was drunk, drunk off her ass(c)2004 Robert George