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there's so little I find
In this world to call mine
Mission marked incomplete
Memo's in triplicate
I cranked it up
flipped the switch
I put er there
Lost footnotes in dead files
Skip traced to green miles
Word on the street
stinks like yesterday's meat
chalk it up to meteor flares
Stamp the tag
jot it down
sign right there
throw a flag
bait the bears
it's official
nobody cares
But I don't want to
ever look in your eyes
and see a blank stare
Isn't there anybody
in there
up there
out there
right there
be there
Don't nobody care
That's why I had to
come back one last time
to put my hexy, sexy, voodoo, hypsy gypsy
pick up rhymes on you
'Cause you're so fine
bout blow my mind
all the plans we should've made
fell through, I can't lie.
You're the apple of my eye.
I try to quit you
but I get a nasty junkie's flu.
Just got toasted
triple roasted about a second ago or two
on Gorilla Glue
with Robby, Tommy and Sue
I could barely walk or ,talk or crawl
to you.
I was droolin' too.
That all night dance
one night chance
for romance
fell through
between me and you
Cause I was just
too high.
I was higher than the birds that fly
That's pretty high
Won't you get high
like I get high
one time honey,
You might enjoy the view.
I can't quite figure out
why you're so blue.
Could it be
I'm the wrong kinda high for you.

There's still little I find
In your world to call mine
Mission marked incomplete
Memo's in triplicate
I cranked it up
flipped your switch
I put er right in there
Still lost footnotes
in dead files
Skip traced to greener miles
Word on the street
still stinks of yesterday's meat
Chalk another one up to meteor flares
Stamp the tag
jot it down
sign right there
throw a flag
bait the bears
it's official
without you,
nobody cares.

Copyright September 1, 2011 All Rights Reserved By Author
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