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you taste like the fourth of July
malt liquor on your breath, my, my
i love you but I donβt know why
you can be the boss, daddy
you can be the boss
taste like a keg party, back on the sauce
i like you a lot, I like you a lot
donβt let it stop you can be the boss, daddy
you can be the boss
bad to the bone, sick as a dog
you know that I like, like you a lot
donβt let it stop
he had a cigarette with his number on it
he gave it over to me, "Do you want it?"
i knew it was wrong but I palmed it
i saved it, I waited, I called it
the liquor on your lips
the liquor on your lips
the liquor on your lips makes you dangerous
i knew it was wrong, Iβm beyond it
i tried to be strong but I lost it