.(Powderfinger/Fanning)
At quarter to nine
My plus one decides to maker her arrival
I'll say what i like
At the end of the night for social survival
I'll cut you to size
Then apoligise and make an impassioned plea
There were no docken parks
I had to walk in the dark i .
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