A modern version of the love-filled classic. Because let’s be real, it usually turns out a little bit differently for us.
Some day, when I’m more sober
When the headache comes,
I wont remember, what I said to you
Or the way we fucked last night
Yes, you’re well hung, with your moves so down
And your mouth so soft
So there’s nothing for me but to text you
About the way we fucked last night
With each text your word usage slows
Making me fear the worst
As my anxiety grows
I wonder where you burst
Asshole … Please, please text me back
Do I need Plan B?
Won’t you please answer me? ‘Cause I wonder
About the way we fucked last night
And as my anxiety grows
I start to wonder where you burst
Asshole … Please, please text me back
Do I need Plan B?
Won’t you please answer me? ‘Cause I wonder
About the way we fucked last night
Shit, shit, shit, shit
Regretting the way we fucked last night.
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(yeahokaywhat) Aspiring to be the next Tina Fey, Rachel spends her free time doing nothing to reach that goal. While judging people based on how they use "they're" vs. "there" on social media, she likes eating buffalo chicken dip, watching other people's Netflix, and wearing sweatpants way more than is socially acceptable.
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