There's really no art in lying
There's no artistry to life
Until we've fulfilled our thirst for whisky
And burlesque dancing girls.
Everything in the world
Reflected in a raindrop-
Is remembered in a (teardrop)
If you don't believe me
Wait until the hangover —
And, hear the pin drop.
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