Kind Regards - The Pool Room

The white ball hit the black ball into the hole
And we screamed 'fuck woah!'
Scroll through music, queue some smooth shit
Put the speaker on full
And we'll get groovy

The room feels right
Let's stay here all night
We're lost in the smoke-filled chair
Sit back, get lazy in my leather chair

Green curtains stare at the fireplace
Beside a framed photo of some stranger's smiling face
Around the table we strut
Pool queue stunt, trying our luck
But I'm too fucked

The room feels right
Let's stay here all night

Written by:
George Weston

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