Back of what's his names car
Party till 3' at the local bar.
The drinks are flowing
you should be going
but you lost you sense hours ago.
Your smokin' a blunt
Hes outta drinks so your on a hunt
For a new guy whose ready
Your palms are sweaty
and now its two weeks later
your throwing up
you pee in a cup and find out that your pregnant.
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