Ladybug on a shot glass,
I think you may
Have a problem.
The way you hang
So prim on that rim,
I suspect a contact high.
Do your simple feet sip?
I thought I’d left
No drop of cheap vodka
To tempt you, but alas—
Here I am, now sober,
Talking to you, dear
Ladybug on a shot glass.
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