Midnight drink…
Fill my glass, honey forget liquor, forget wine… Serve me the perfect cocktail, a fifty-fifty mix, on the rocks, of sweet and sour extasy, and tongue burning passion. Oh, and hand me a straw….
Fill my glass, honey forget liquor, forget wine… Serve me the perfect cocktail, a fifty-fifty mix, on the rocks, of sweet and sour extasy, and tongue burning passion. Oh, and hand me a straw….
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