fight. WE'll drink, we'll drink, we'll drink some more. We'll drink till we puke and pass out on the floor. We'll drink, we'll drink and we'll drink again
(A) 59 Christie Street There's a girl over there With long brown hair I took her to the place I threw the mattress in her face Took off her shirt Took
slither atop a colder ground they quiver A crack in the sky snow is falling and inside we shiver While I doze I suppose I could get lost With a brown
t you watch yourself. Don't head into shit again. [Roxie Hart] - You're a liar, Fred. [Fred Casely] - Oh, yeah, so what? [Roxie Hart] You lied to
the counter with mixed feelings over mixed drinks and Bubba and the Roadmasters moaned in pool hall concentration as they knit their brows to cover the entire Hank Williams Song
