Walk four blocks, quicken your pace ‘til you’re tumbling

lost my socks; thought I had bet on a sure thing

Worn through Keds have nothing on drunk desperation

it depends on just how much you want to take on

who needs friends who think you’re just someone to flake on

conventions could use a good saturday break from

Left behind on Water Street, you

ought to see the twos and threes you

were relyin’that’s where i fly in

You may find that it’s hard to just trust me

in this frightening friday night race

can you tell that my chivalry’s rusty

don’t be scared, ‘cause my heart’s in it’s right place

Relishing in lows and highs, I

ought to see the four and fives I

was ignoring

that’s when you horn in

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