Comprised during my "early years" of drinking, along with and inclusive of 2 years after my Mom died.
Monday, 24 December 2012
127. Sabrina
I met a girl sweet as can be
My boots
Diggin' in the ground
Not know this feelin' since November the 3rd!
The love I've known
Is lost in the hurt.
Sabrina save me
From the
Hurt lost knee
Deep in the dirt
Hot bird, wailing in wet shirt
I'd love to hold her till I hurt
The girl I've known
For this winter long
Keeps me warm
Until the aging of Richard 3rd!
I met her husband and felt hurt
My face
Dropped to my knees
My brain never felt such a farce!
This night I pray
I fall on my arse
To teach myself a lesson
Just so I reverse.
Sabrina save me
From going in a herse.
Hot bird, wailing in wet shirt
I'd love to hold her till I hurt
The girl I've known
For this winter long
Keeps me warm
Until the aging of Richard 3rd!
Sabrina don't you know
Which way you'll
Glamorously go?
I set sail tomorrow
And I hope
I'll pray
So as I can
Meet you again some day.
Please refer me away.
Hot bird, wailing in wet shirt
I'd love to hold her till I hurt
The girl I've known
For this winter long
Keeps me warm
Until the aging of Richard 3rd!
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