Cider Love

Cider Love
and for some reason, im
thinking colour blue
defenetly a colour i can do
but just now and then the
blue has turned to red
i think its when im bladdered out my head
on cider love
cider love

cos its cheap and easy, im not
talkin bout the girls
im talkin bout the fuel
and two litres later, my
visions bin impaired
and im feelin pretty cool
on cider love
cider love
its a little bit silly
do we talk more shit than sense?
i cant remember, in the morning
im the lone ranger,
with bloodshot chinky eyes
and my guard is slowly fallin
with cider love, im not drunk
im just a worn down hunk
cider love im not bad
its just the life ive had
infact im nice
but thats my vice
as my head hits the bar, i feel
a hand on my shoulder
sayin boy u better go
all i can make out is these
sweet bossoms in my face
man that top was pretty low
cider love
cider love
she's been on the scrumpy too
she laughs at me and says are you
a white lightning man?
i say yes so she takes me,
kickin, screamin, smiling
beaming
to her cider van
i cum inside her, with cider love