She was drunk

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Maybe it was the shorts that I was wearing
Or maybe it was because my hair was down.
Or maybe it was the perfume so soft on my skin that whispered in your ear "she wants it"
You see I don't remember much.
But I do remember your hands burning on my skin.
Your kiss etched on my neck
I couldn't move.
My head was still spinning from the shots I took to impress you.
Oh but please don't forget.
I was just drunk remember?

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