Song: Increased Chances
Viewed: 23 - Published at: 2 years ago
Artist: Chitlins, Whiskey and Skirt
Year: 1995Viewed: 23 - Published at: 2 years ago
The population has greatly decreased
And now the odds have greatly increased
That I may someday have a chance
To kiss your lips
I thank The Lord each day for the apocalypse
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But, sugar, I won’t let it go to my head
My Momma's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I’m still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt
And now the odds have greatly increased
That I may someday have a chance
To kiss your lips
I thank The Lord each day for the apocalypse
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But, sugar, I won’t let it go to my head
My Momma's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I’m still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt
( Chitlins, Whiskey and Skirt )
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