8 Ladies
Eight ladies drink going faster that their mighty lovin' razorshark
Reach for the tree, when you drink,
Falling faster's when you're in a car
Slowly melts the eyes, causing spots,
You know the kind rolling down
The forearm dripping from their eye, from their eye
Yeah they're dripping from their eye, you and I
Eight ladies sinking
Writer/s: Tim DeLaughter / Tripping Daisy
