You have never partied like Mellissa until you have snuck a bottle of champagne on to the dance floor, and proceed to down it from the bottle throughout the next few songs.
Sigh. Can't wait for June 25th.
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You whisper "come on over" cause you're two drinks in, but in the morning I will say good-bye again, Think we'll never fall into the jealous game, the streets will flood with blood of those who felt the same.
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