The sun shone down and the wine and whiskey flew
The day went on and we had a drink or two
I held her up to fix the buckle on her shoe
On a fine spring morning
Then she grabbed me by the hair,
And kissed me underneath the stair
And nearly tore my coat as we went rolling down the floor
Then she grabbed me by the hand,
Saying take me now she did command
I wrapped her in my arms
And we headed for the door
Run you bollocks!
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