Why are we standing here in the alley
That isn't an alley, for it's exposed?
I think I just peed onto my challis
It's so cold that it might freeze on my toes
You're laughing very hard maybe you took
The lovely little tablet of promise
That you bought; I don't know I didn't look
How you glow! like ripe cheeks of a goddess
I do my best to stash the wine discreet
Fumbling with my hands and with my brain
Ere I notice it rolling at my feet
You wave your hand, the meaning is arcane
And so I stumble while you retain poise
Back into the club, back into the boys
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