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Sorry for party rocking. . I'll be up in the party, looking for a hottie to bone. I gotta drink in my hand and it just called buffalo. Popping bottles in the house with models in the V. I. P. A
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s'ecriait. Arriva, Gigi l'Amoroso. Croqueur d'amour, l'oeil de velours comme une caresse. Gigi l'Amoroso. Toujours vainqueur, parfois sans coeur. Mais jamais sans tendresse. Partout, c'etait la fete
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. She's a part of my heart and a whole lot of my pain So whiskey whiskey, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again. Milk of mercy, please be kind. Drive this feeling from my mind Don't you know
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Gigi, am I a fool without a mind. Or have I merely been too blind to realize?. Oh Gigi, why you've been growin' up before my eyes?. . Gigi, you're not at all that funny awkward little girl I knew
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waste my time whenever I like. I'm feeling okay with my whiskey hangover So what if you cleaned your act up so far?. So what if I'm pissing into the wind again?. Have you ever thought that I'm not who
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Lady whiskey, such a sad sight. Stumblin' as she walks. She even hates herself sometimes. Keep her clear, for it's Saturday night Drowns her sorrow. Eases her pain. Waits for tomorrow. When
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Hey whiskey man, you're running as hard as you can,. You drink your whiskey too much more than you can stand. You have your highs, you have your lows,. Nobody knows which way you go. Chorus
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It's a long way to tipperary. It's a long way to go. . I say, I say, I say, I say. etc. Chicken noises by Pete
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(Pete). If I see you put that on the wall. I'll smack you. (little girl in background). I'm not I'm not. (Pete). You got a mischief look in your eye
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Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean. Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean. He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat. If it was bad enough for him, you
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Hemingway's whiskey, warm and smooth and mean. Even when it burns, it'll always finish clean. He didn't like it watered down, he took it straight up and neat. If it was bad enough for him, you
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with the best of storm clouds. Don't love me, now don't bet. Take me somewhere, take me nowhere. Take my love like whiskey straight. Take me over, take me under. Take my love like whiskey straight
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Bài hát Poison Whiskey- Lynyrd Skynyrd. Daddy was a Cajun, raised on Southern land . And so my kinfolks tell me, was a street-fightin' man. . Well, they rushed him down to see the doctor . "Hey
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Whiskey river, take my mind. Don't let her memory torture me. Whiskey river, don't run dry. You're all I got, take care of me Whiskey river, take my mind. Don't let her memory torture me
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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Outlaw Pete. He was born a little baby on the Appalachian Trail. At six months old he'd done three months in jail. He robbed a bank in his diapers and his little bare baby feet. All he said was
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