Recipe for love.

Dont be stupid, you dont need cupid,

go to a singles bar.

Order vodka champagne laced with cocaine

and you will fall in love.

Then,

drink lots of beer till you feel queer

and lose the power of speech,

then rely on sign to say your mine

but stash some cash for the fine.

And,

when the night is old and you are told:

"get out and don't come back."

You make it quick before your sick,

and try and get a taxi home.

But,

don't despair that nobody cares

that you got pushed, and not pulled;

Believe you me, you wait and see

with the odour of sober.



There is always next week!

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