LYRIC

Said that I'd meet you
At the Oakfield Marina
Three a.m. when no one will be found

All I got in mind
Is a Boone's Farm jug of wine
Smash a bottle in the parking lot

But considering our luck
We'll get busted by the cops
Instead of sex, we'll go to jail
Another lesson learned and failed

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