You've been my friend for two decades and over
Your first two words is a Saint, your last word a bit evil
You have the magic and power to mend a broken heart
Yet too much of you, is where trouble start
Today I feel lonely, be my companion
I need the alcohol in you, not your opinion
I want you cold and sweating to quench my thirst
I want to get drunk or happy which ever comes first
You're a loyal confidant my favorite beer
You've seen the worst of me and you're still here
Unlike those women who demand everything
After they get the best of me, they left me crying. Bow!
By : Jun Abines
Your first two words is a Saint, your last word a bit evil
You have the magic and power to mend a broken heart
Yet too much of you, is where trouble start
Today I feel lonely, be my companion
I need the alcohol in you, not your opinion
I want you cold and sweating to quench my thirst
I want to get drunk or happy which ever comes first
You're a loyal confidant my favorite beer
You've seen the worst of me and you're still here
Unlike those women who demand everything
After they get the best of me, they left me crying. Bow!
By : Jun Abines
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