Too much booze may confuse
You could lose
What they call your memory
And when some time has passed
You could happen to meet
Some girls just as I did
They say we had had a good time
That night in December
But I am afraid I could just not remember
Any of those girls I'm afraid
I must admit
Just a bit of shit
Was involved in
But the mood was good as it appeared to be
I was utterly bewildered
When those girls
Were winking at me, oh
Never ever no more, no more
I want to be as wasted as then
Those girls were cute
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