No, there is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Please, take this gun from me
And let all the angels see
This intoxicated
No, there is no Odyssey
There's no Penelope
Just maids and suitors
Please, take this gun from me
And let all the angels see
This intoxicated, barely breathing debauchery
With the mass artilery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a cocktail hour with an open bar
And dance floors beggin for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
You're intentions disipate
Twelve rounds for twelve shots at the bar
With the mass artilery
And they won't consider thee
You're nothing but a cocktail hour with an open bar
And dance floors beggin for your feet
And the maids all ruminate
You're intentions disipate
Twelve rounds for twelve shots at the bar
You just had to take
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