Monday, September 16, 2013

Intoxicating

You make me want to shout from the rooftops.
You make me want to shout the world down.
You make me want to hit that.
You make me want to hit the next person I see.
You make me want to make friends and promises.
You make me want to sing and dance,
and as hard as I've tried to deny,
You've even made me want to cry.
You certainly make me want to drink–
You don't just make me want to drink.
You make me want to be every kind of drunk I know.

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