99 Bottles

The
only
way
I know

That
the
weekend
is here

Is to
put
on my
favourite
record

And
sink
a crate
of beer

Post Coital (3)

Evening:

You
really
are
amazing

He
said

That
was
the
best
yet

You
don’t
need
to tell
me

She
said

Now
pass
me a
cigarette

Twist My Arm (2)

Afternoon:

Drink
your
tea

Eat
your
food

Leave
behind
your
mournful
mood

Come
out
tonight

Have
some
fun

For
our
time
has
only
just
begun

Self Inflicted

I’m not
moving
from
my bed
today

At least
until this
hangover
goes
away

Then
I’ll curl
up on my
favourite
armchair

And eat
crisps
all night
without
a care

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