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After 3 or 4 bottles,

I feeling kinda sick,

After 5 or 6 bottles,

I was about to vomit.

After 9 or 10 bottles,

My friend was cleaning her couch,

After I stopped counting,

The real me came out.

I guess I got it from my mother,

I don't hold my vodka well,

I must have timing from my grandpa,

cause I didn't stop til 12.

After we go home that night,

Giving my best friend's mom a fright,

I sobered up late the next morning,

and had the people at Taco Bell talking.