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I stopped to pee in a drunken bar,
Miss took the dispute way too far,
Glasses levitated, let spirits soar,
“Hit the road, Jack, you’re a bore.”
Got drunk and met you in the bar,
I brutally ran you over in your car,
Your pretty face was out of place,
Parking the car was a bitch fubar.
Like an Indian I pulled in t’ pee,
Should have been nicer to me,
Only wanted to dance you see,
You cussed at and insulted me.
St. Pattie’s day massacre,
Should have run for cover,
You will need a bit of luck,
Finding your 4-leaf clover.
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