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Do G Bo Y

Castilla; Castillo

Castilla, Castillo,
I don’ t know what is written in the bottle,
Because I can’t read that cursive shit,
Never have been able to,
But that does not make me uneducated,
It just means I’m the guy who reads regular writing,
Either way its gold,
And it burns going in all the right ways,
This bitch can turn any sober man into a jackass,
And i wouldn’t have it any other way,
As i watch two woman caress each other,
They say its forbidden,
My addictions are a sin,
I say its fucking amazing,
It excites me and gets me thinking real hard,
In case you didn’t understand i meant that it gives me an erection,
as i fall deeper into this drunken stupor,
Thank god for rum,
Castilla, Castillo,
I don’t know what it says,
But its golden, and rum,
And I fucking thank God for it. . . . . .

(2011)

Alcoholism its wonderful thing,

#Addictions #Sex

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