Humourous tale of whiskey, fire, and women.

I stumbled through the room
Well yes, I guess I knew ya
I fumbled in the dark to find my keys
But as I took a look on yonder

Past the snowy covered hills
The stormy fields I feared
Would take my precious white ass away
So I found myself a sit right by the fire

But the fire blew too hot
Had a craving I couldn’t stop
From making sweet love to you right by the fire
Took a sip a whiskey and out went my cock

Taking a nap right by the fire
So I laid onto the bed
With hopes of finding something sweet to use as shelter
And there she was… oh yes how there she was

She was a random drunk girl
With a smile that would never say no
But in the morning you were pregnant
and I hope this doesn’t happen to me again

It wasn’t as sweet as cheries
Cause my mind is hazy
I think I slept with a woman named Katie
or was it Marie –My mind is hazy
The memory evades me

But in the morning you were pregnant
and I hope this doesn’t happen to me again
Either my mind is hazy or you may have been fat
Skinny, white or a tramp

But I guess it doesn’t matter
Cause one of you gave me the clap
And please no one cheer
It wasn’t all that

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