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Fill me another cup up of that Incredible Hulk,
Paralyzers, Dew-Drivers, Tequila Sunrise,
Or Cum in a Hot Tub as she drinks in one gulp,
Sex on the Beach, if that is all she likes.

She’s telling me that she don’t really drink,
But I know that is all she just wants to think;
Because she doesn’t wish to look so sleazy,
So I told her she’s good and can take it easy.

Bartender,
Fill her another cup up of that Miami Vice,
And let me get another Reptile on some ice.

I am not Celio to telling what she will do,
But I know that she feels good and real too,
Because I had already started to tap her,
So now I am about to just up and grab her.

Bartender,
Fill her another cup up of that Carribean Kiss,
And let me get another Iron Hindu like just this.

Fill me another cup up of that Incredible Hulk,
Paralyzers, Dew-Drivers, Tequila Sunrise,
Or Cum in a Hot Tub as she drinks in one gulp,
Sex on the Beach, if that is all she likes.

Now, I can see that she is completedly wasted,
Breath smells like Afterglow, before we even taste it;
As the music rides, she’s throwing herself on me,
She could have said it from jump that she wants me.

Bartender,
Fill her another cup up of that Original Sin,
And let me get another one of Ocean Drive again.

Now, I am looking her dead in my bloodshot eyes,
Leaving us homegirl behind, as I feel on her thighs;
If only she knows what is running on my mind,
Before I had a Tripple Pleasure, she didn’t this fine.

Bartender,
Fill her another cup up of that Long Island Ice Tea
And let me get another Zadarade with more cranberry.

Fill me another cup up of that Incredible Hulk,
Paralyzers, Dew-Drivers, Tequila Sunrise,
Or Cum in a Hot Tub as she drinks in one gulp,
Sex on the Beach, if that is all she likes.

Now, I would let her have whatever to keep sipping,
Until I see out of nowhere she just start tripping;
Then, I could escort her safely to her place or mine,
So bartender fill us another cup up one more time.