Mr. Bartender
--
hey mr. bartender
come pour me my drink
come add confidence to my stride
turn stagger to swagger
do the honors please
hey mr. bartender
what do you think
should i pass the next shot
so i don't trip in my heels
let me get into a fight
make a party out of the night
hey mr. bartender
come closer, over here
i wonder if it'd get out of hand
i'm gonna buy him a drink
i want to see if his girl will freak
hey mr. bartender
what if i let him lead
do you think he'll take me home
or we'll both end up alone?
bottoms up before i let you take my keys
yeah, i know. i'll be hanging on to that porcelain throne
soon, on my knees
mr. bartender, hey!
come back
i want to know, so i can skip this part
fast forward to who i'll find in my bed
to wake up the morning next to
doesn't matter if i wake up fine
or hung over from vodka, gin and wine
will somebody to stay be there?
so mr. bartender
tonight, i don't want to think
hand me my next drink
Poetry by Callisto Jean
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Written on 2010-02-19 at 12:55
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