Between the crash of green glass bottles
Witty words were whispered
Words alone
Then, one night
Out for a bowl and a cigarette
We both slurred our words
Your lips found mine
Innocent and sweet
Like chocolate in coffee

Between the crash of green glass bottles
Witty words were whispered
Words alone
Then, one night
Out for a bowl and a cigarette
We both slurred our words
Your lips found mine
Innocent and sweet
Like chocolate in coffee
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