What do you do about a gal whose pressed up against you in a crowded bar with her hand secretly sneaking around when your wife is a few bar stools away? Oh, and let me add, she is friendly with my wife.
Just when I wanna get out....they pull me back in. I must be strong. I must resist. I must be outta my fucking mind.
Just when I wanna get out....they pull me back in. I must be strong. I must resist. I must be outta my fucking mind.