Tuesday, May 26, 2009


I drink the wine, but the wine drinks me
I start to think to myself, silently
Why does this always happen to me?

You think you're the one in control, but you're not
Sometimes I wish I was a smart little teapot
It would simplify things, but I"m not

So back to the bottle then I go
Let's see what comes out, may be a good show
Can never tell ahead of time, you know
Stick around folks, here I go

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