✂️☆☆☆ August 10th Lives

How did we get there,
Even now it's not clear,
Horny and wreckless,
Dwayne and I did not care,

For ever that night, for ever it be,
Whore-a-blee bad, to the Nth of degree,

We found last call pickups,
Drove to You-clid our den,
The girls that we met,
On August the 10,

The whore-ores of drink,
And of grain alcohols,
Turns butter faced girls,
Into two living dolls,

Yet neither these chicks,
Had butter face bods,
But at bar closing time,
Try telling that,
To our big purple rods,
At the bar's closing time,
Try telling that,
To our big purple rods,

In the apartment,
The one we call ours,
Stood the homeliest girls,
Of all of the bars,

All night we kissed,
And all night we played,
Sex with drunk passion,
With the most hideous lays,

Whore-a-blee bad, to the Nth of degree,
Dwayne wanted no sex,
If it meant splitting her knees,

So Dwayne guided her mouth,
On his thing all excited,
She made accusations,
As if far from delighted,

Dwayne's girl seemed un-pleased,
To suck on Dwayne's floot,
Screaming loudly at him,
She's NO prostitute!

But Dwayne caved for lust,
Like most mortal men,
On that most awful day,
Of August the 10,

Whore-a-blee bad, to the Nth of degree,
Now disgusted and shamed,
We wanted to flee,

But first had to drive 'em,
Back to each of their homes,
These girls in bright daylight,
Looked like cheap garden gnomes,

These last call pickups, still in You-clid our den,
On the most awful date,
Of August the 10,

We so screwed this up,
And it's really all bad,
This date still cemented,
As pathetically sad,

But when you are sober,
Pride and lust never clash,
Steered home the girls quickly,
With our heads under the dash,

This date of such shame,
Livs for all infamy,
Yet in our wildest dreams,
We could never for see,

The trouble we found,
Just two guys on town,
Toss'in our pride,
And junk all around,

That most horrid night,
With me and with you
August the 10th,
Year nineteen,
eight,
two,

Just two guys on town,
Toss'in our pride around,
Two guys on town,
Toss'in our pride around,

We vowed on that morning,
Never do that again,
But who's kidding who,
For us,
It's always August the 10,
Who's kidding who,
It's always August the 10

Mid-range male Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Piano, Clear enunciation, Clear narration, Driving, Energetic, Introspective, Uplifting, Country, Folk