My pings are wilting with the night
My peach is splurred and slow
What did that angel say this was?
O~ a drunken peeping show
I did a dance up on that stage
The men were wild and frisky
My pings are drooping lower now
I think from all the whiskey
I tried to flutter off the pole
I tried to float down from the spage
But I landed on an old bald head
When I fell out of that cage
I pointed straight, well… kind of straight
To give him angel hair
I missed and hit a jug of wine
And it burst into a flare
The barroom now was blazing fire
The people creamed and ran
I’m sitting here all by myself
With pings that need a fan
My pings are wilting with the night
My peach is splurred and slow
What did that angel say this was?
O~ a drunken peeping show







i love the drunken angel words pings and peach...good luck in the contest sis xxx cheeky xxx

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