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Oh Christine, don't be sorry that you let me into your pantsYou're not loose your just kinder than the prostitutes and lesbiansOh Christine, you looked pretty after a couple of drinksYou were warm, it was chilly, and I am a man in his peakSo don't you be filled with regret,I'm confident I'm good in bed,So no tears should spill from your head 'Cause you don't even remember itOh Christine what's the problem? This wasn't bad this was goodI picked you, that's a privilege even if it was due to the boozeSo don't you go acting upsetI'm pretty sure you gave consentSo don't make me deal with this shitNo one will be believe you, you asked for thisOh Christine, please stop crying and don't claim that we need to talkWhat we did, it was fun at least until you called the copsThe party host got a big fine, but nobody believed your liesYou wore that and drank 'till you were blindNo wonder nobody will take your sideDear Joe, are you sorry that you go into my pants?I'm not loose, I was drunker than all of the other freshmanDear Joe, you look pretty with blood pouring out of your chestYou were mean, I was angry, and my daddy says shotguns work bestI hope now you're filled with regret now that I have gotten revengeThey didn't believe what I said, but now I bet they will remember this. From Letras Mania