Verse A:
Look, my big empty glass, I want another.
Fill, it up with ice, and this hooch drop.
Hey, you better shut up, you're not my mother.
I, get fueled all day, till I say stop.
Verse B:
Man, I can't get the thrill, pass me the bottle.
Still, the drinks don't do harm, to my liver.
If, the things gettin' worse, I pull the throttle.
'Cause, I don't wanna yet, cross the river.
Verse C:
Oops, I can't pay my bill, spent the last dime.
Sure, you will get it back, till tomorrow.
Please, I swear it will be, for the first time.
Hence, I'm feeling so bad, when I borrow.
Bridge:
Come, one for you and me.
Sit down, talking still is free.
Barman, pour this cheap whiskey.
Cause we, are the Bourgeoisie.
Chorus:
Take me, take me higher.
Take me, take me higher.
Take on me, I will quit one day.
Take on me, dizziness away.
Take on me, hear me what I say.
Take on me, nothing left to pay.
Take on me, don't you wanna stay.
Take on me, just a Beaujolais.
And that's all.
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