You go squeeze in your dress, and go strap on your boots
I'm gonna sharpen my nails and primp up real cute
I'm gonna smoke up a storm and step into the night
I'm getting ready to burn, I'm getting ready to fly
I said a, hey, are you shooting to kill
Hey, would I tell you a lie
We'll be slamming tequilas, popping hydrogen
And lose the coils and the kinks that are wrecking my life
Give me a drink, don't be talking so much, you're a pain in the butt
How can I think when you puke up your guts, I'll be juiced on this stuff...
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