Return to Cups |
No denying the perks of being openly notorious and loud |
A wealth measured in smirks and winks from this surly bar crowd |
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Gin & platonic, my social drink of choice |
Feel free to cling or repel at the sound of my voice |
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I’ve perfected the art of being socially gregarious |
Perfect camouflage for the loner who lives life precarious |
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A signature presence makes me feel less confined |
To the inner factory of intensity my fates have designed |
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A regular.. shocking, mouth live-wire --- don’t piss on my fence |
My banter engine runs mainly on love, but was built for defense |
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The back corner booth offers the best view throughout |
To hear the band play and watch serial lives playing out |
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I'm stealth in my playing and work hard to remain |
An object of speculation versus a one-night story stain |
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Inter-personal imprecations make the city shrink in my eyes |
A one night equals 2 degrees of separation from this room full of guys |
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A local affliction which inspired my favorite twisted line... |
"Hey, I bet you fucked someone who fucked someone that I fucked one time!" |