At two in the morning I'm not at my best - especially on a work day,
After Sex on the Beach and ten Screaming Orgasms (they're cocktails by-the-way!)
My eyesight becomes blurred
And my speech a tad slurred,
So when the tall, dark, handsome man walked into the bar
I instinctively knew he was some kinda star.
My heart missed a beat
And I became indiscrete
"Ish shit Mark Clooney or George Carney?" I loudly declared
At which my group of girlfriends all got up and stared.
"No, it's not Mark Carney," one of them replied
"Nor Gorgeous George," another one sighed.
I fear that our talk was a little too loud
For said handsome man hid himself in the crowd
"Oh pleesh don't be bashful!" I heard myself shout
Before my friends grabbed me and ushered me out.
There's a moral to this tale I'm sure you'll agree,
That too much booze makes you hallucinatory!
