Sobriety is a sin if you want to fall in love.
First of all, you must get hopelessly drunk.
Fall into the arms of your elusive lover.
Without any sensibility, you must fall.
And fall ever deeper; there is no questioning.
The extent, the cost or even the longevity,
All you need to know is at some distant point
You'll become hopelessly, as they say, well-oiled.
Drunk on love - proof one hundred per cent.
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