Thousands of drops masked my style
Looked Like I wore wet cloth off the line
I had to go see my lawyer
Imagine me wearing a hat, on a bike to town
You could see I was giddy
Hot, exhausted and thirsty
Why is it so d*mn hot?
Reason for immediate leave, I found?
We fanned through our chat
It felt like no ceiling up there
As we shared stories of the past
We drank every second to calm
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