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Pool Party

Party at poolside, July 4, ’95 God, it’s a miracle I’m still alive
Pass me the pitcher of pina coloda Don’t you tell me I’ve had more than I oughta
My eyes are too still in focus, I say, It’s you that’s all fuzzy—I like you that way!
No I did not proposition that bush! It spoke to me first, now tell it to shush.
What’s that, tequila you say, by the shot? Set me up, baby, hey why the hell not?
Fill ‘er up hon, drop the worm in my cup. Tastes as bad going down as it does coming up.
My sister the bitch now has left me for dead, Tossing my cookies in her flower bed.
Well I sure couldn’t help it—what would you do If that nasty rosebush was hitting on you?
A party in Texas, now hey ain’t life great? I hardly can wait for July ’98!

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