fourpetesake
I got some vodka in the cart,
and your girl is looking parched.
hit the middle like a dart,
when we're playing in the dark.
I'm kinda in a rush, but I cannot brake or park.
now she's asking me to flush, like a hand full of hearts.
the night is still early, and I'm finished with my part.
she told me that she's thirsty, but I'm sorry that it's tart.