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Well I only brought three, what you lookin' at me for?
She's dressed in white and putting off crying
Well you're the best man, so what's the plan?
Why don't you talk to Matty about it?
I said, I only brought three like I told you before
We're gonna have to ask about
Free bar, that's the point
Spilling Amaretto 'cause of previous joints
I'm sitting with a girl, fortunate placing
Preceding railing racket off a porcelain basin
Who's he? Giving it the lips?
I've never seen him knockin' about
He looks just like me, but six foot three
So I reckon you could knock him out
Well, I think I'll say a couple of words if you don't mind
I never really got on with your bird the first time
I met her out, dressed in nowt, telling everybody you were shagging about
Well, who's this?
Going for the kiss
I'm probably gonna yosh in your mouth
Because it's five-oh-three, I can hardly see and I'm on the verge of passing out
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