It was all fine until the girls started drinking. (Everything is always fine up until that point.)
Rite Of Passage: Memoirs of a Survivor of the Pickup CommunityDrink up my honey eyes, Kiss them shut every night, And be my 'one' all my life.
Write like no one is readingEveryone should drink of me, but I shouldn’t be drunk by everyone. I should be drunk all by myself.
Whenever You're Gone, I'm Here For You