The smell of vodka still lingers through my clothes
What a great night,
The things we did, holding hands.
I saw something in your eyes.
Maybe it was just the alcohol
But I'm still here.
Your smile was the themepark.
The feelings creeped through me,
You where like bursting fizzy drink.
So pass me the red lemonaid.
And lets take this rollercoaster on another ride.
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