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Pigeons Playing Ping Pong

"Drunk People"

Feelin’ too good on a Saturday night
Unless ya think I’m faded
Found myself trying to drink through the night
If memory serves my mind was jaded
She told me I should stand up
And throw my hands up
And recognize the time was wasted
She told me I should get down
And tell the whole town
While Reba makes her gin in the basement

Drink by drink, we all succ*mb
Miles and miles, from the sun

Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)

Feelin’ too good on a Friday night
Unless ya think I’m fakin’
We found ourselves tryin’ to peruse threw the night
If memory served her vibe was related
She told me I should stand up
And throw my hands up
And recognize the time was wasted
She told me I should get down
And tell the whole town
While Reba makes her gin in the basement

Drink by drink, we all succ*mb (succ*mb, succ*mb, succ*mb)
Miles and miles, from the sun

Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)

Eating all the snacks
Drunk people
Fighting in the back
Drunk people
Talking all the smack
Drunk people
Can I have some fries with that (that)

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