I'm Bad Like The First Time

I'm Bad Like The First Time

A Poem by Ophelia
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2013-08-19

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We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?

Trying to escape from them
And have some fun with one-day friends
He says "I will take you home"
But I want to be free
I'm tired of captivity

I was searching for you so long. Only for you
You could take me anywhere you want
And I know that you will take me where there is people and merry-making
Take me there, shining here

We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?

Do you wanna be my savior tonight?
Save me from my mad papi
Naughtiness is our queen
We don't want to get bored never and ever

We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?

Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
Let's start everything from the start
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel

Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel
Let's start everything from the start
Today we will get drunk in the old bar
Tomorrow in the lonely hovel

We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?

We are drinking over the sea, under the sky
Oh, no magic while I'm gone
It is what it is
It was what it was
Are you drunk enough to say I love you?

© 2013 Ophelia


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Added on December 14, 2013
Last Updated on December 14, 2013
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Ophelia
Ophelia

Lithuania



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My name is Gabija a.k.a. Floral Flower. I'm a lyricist. I love what I have done, my lyrics just need music. I like sleeping, writting songs and walkin around the city like a homeless. more..

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