Alas, no tale is there to tell
Mad’moiselle bows down, farewell
Beers all spent in some cheap motel
And that which was once a case
Of the ensnared entangled enchanted
Is now adieu mo’sieur
Sorta kinda relieved we parted
Alas, mister kiss-yer-sorry-ass
Oh please don’tcha ever ask
Another one for the road, we must
Coz am now past inebriation
Despite your still drunken stupefaction
No bloody way we can still sit tight
No fuckin’ way that wrong be our right
Alas, you flit flap here, there
Just maybe fuckin’ everywhere
Quite haphazardly without care
Mind so slow yer way past yonder no wonder
So take everything —
Your lies your vice sickening reprise
It’s my gift, take ’em to your demise
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Pictured: Sign, at Applebee’s
Finally Dee 