A Girl Called Liqueur II

She skates on Smirnoff Ice
Sleeps through the Tequila Sunrise
I’ve seen her before
She’s a mad chemist behind the bar
Dead weight on the dancefloor
How could I ignore
She’s poison in a shot glass
A smile that fades fast
A girl called Liqueur?

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