Early afternoon at home together.
You’re sleepy, sneezy, grumpy from the booze
we had last night. ‘Twas fun (a bit too much).
I feel a little drowsy too, if honest.
Makes me feel like I’m madly in love
with you... oh no, that really is too funny.
But you look pretty good the way you do.
Your reddish eyes, your hair all o’er the place.
Your mouth looks soft. I really fancy you.
My darling, stay with me another night.
I wanna see you sober. But I’m sure
you look much better properly hung over..
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Eat jazz, drink sunshine, listen to honey, talk to tea
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