Dropped to the carpet
Split on your shirt
Staining the lips and tongue
With the sweet initial shock of it
But then everything reverses
When the aftertaste comes
The dry desert that makes your palate
Suck down air just a little faster
You've ruined more than just the carpet
You'll be stuck with the bill
Let me take you home
This is no joke, Casanova
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