My little happy pills,
Where are you little pills?
I need you to make me happy,
Just one little pill,
Or more,
To cut my air supply.
My sweet little pills,
I need to see you,
Little orange pills,
You make me happy,
By making me lie down on the cold floor,
Still unconscious,
But I'm still holding the bottle,
A bottle full of happiness,
My happy little pills.
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Cry Me A River
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