Smoke strides through the air
Wisping around are hair
And bottles pass from one to another
None of us going be bothered
We laugh and joke
We drink and we smoke
So what the fuck is it to you
Is it because you thought you knew
Who I am, or the person you want to see
But this is me
This is the person I am so deal with it
Stay there and just sit
Because I like to have a good time
And right now it's mine
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