We are my favorite drink: on the rocks.
Bottoms Up
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The Option
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I must be your favorite drink how often I’m on your lips. You dream of me, I go down smooth like bourbon. You must be my favorite song how often you’re on my mind. I fall asleep thinking of you; your beautiful melody rings through me like an opera house. We are flexible, share each other like oxygen, but come together as one. We are flexible, pin back our...