DESCRIPTION:
1997

like Oleo margarine the spirits do glide
down my throat's magic carpet ride
not afraid to die, if there's a spirit
in the bottle in the sky

like Oleo margarine, and my tires do spin
swimming in a pool of blackened gin
just keep it coming in, dripping down my chin
down easy and greasy like margarine

Oleo margarine, the colours start to spin
juice orange and smoke clear gin
full bodied wine, tall and fine
running her fingers down the length of my spine
and I'm doin' alright, I'm feeling fine
with your face, drowning in my mind
don't call my name don't pull my coat
going to Heaven in a little row boat

like Oleo margarine, smooth and clean
and slow like your tongue on my skin
slipping through my lips, dripping down our throat
to my hips through my throat, don't rock the boat

pure alcohol, I'll never hit the wall
driving blind from the lights of your street
and all this fades away, 'till you fade to grey
now I'm free from your beautiful face

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