Your body aches from all the alcohol you drank
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But you tell yourself that you're still in control
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This chick's been talking for so long about herself
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That you hope all of this listening pays off soon
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Well you heard that this was easy
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And you understand that every man has a certain set of things he has to prove
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You were only sixteen about an hour ago
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And you did not fear what you did not know
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So you went upstairs to get what you've been waiting for
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You took three deep breaths and held her hand real tight
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She whispered "take it slow" and turned off the light
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You wonder if she's done this kind of thing before
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Sixteen candles are on this bed tonight
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And with every piece of clothing you take off they die
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These sixteen candles will burn out tonight
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And the fire won't rekindle once the last flame dies
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You wake up slow but sure that something is amiss
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The light beside the bed is on, your stomach hurts, and your pants are gone
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The bits and pieces of the night fade in and out
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You just can't comprehend, so you go and ask a friend
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He said he saw you go upstairs, a girl with darkish brownish hair
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That you sort of, kind of, don't really remember
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Do you remember?
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Vatican Roulette
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| Dave Melillo |
