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I’m gonna tell ya a story ‘bout women’s fear When they’re drunk and full of beer Fucked’n’bawdy Late at night they’re full of smear There’s no more cheer On all fours they’re all buddies Finally Loosing control of your own limits Stop smokin’ dutch Totally abandoned as puppets Fucked like a ... The insanity of this night party Finished in a hutch Unfolding like a bad movie Fucked like a biatch After one more blunt She felt ripped off her ass In her eyes all seems pleasant Even this jackass She lets him approach closely Surely too much He only wants her booty She lets him touch Letras de canciones Running away, it’s too late Cry no more You had not planned this fate There’s no cure From Letras Mania