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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
I 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, without you,
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 more time
to put my best
hexy, sexy, voodoo
 hypsy gypsy
pick up rhymes on you
'Cause you're so fine
'Bout blow my mind
All the plans we could've made
fell through
 I can't lie.
You'd be the apple of my eye.
I'd try quitting you
but I'd get a nasty junkie's flu.
I Just got toasted
triple roasted
about a second ago or two
with Bobby, Tommy and Sue
I could barely walk or talk or crawl
to you.
I was droolin' too
on Gorilla Glue
I was higher than the birds that fly
that's pretty high
won't you get high
like I get high, one time
You might enjoy the view
That all night dance
one time chance
for romance
fell through
between me and you
nothin' I could do
''Cause I was just
too high.
Or maybe, baby
I was the wrong kinda high for you.

There's still too little I find
In your world to call mine
Mission marked incomplete
Memo's in triplicate
I cranked another one up
I flipped the switch
I put er right in there
More lost footnotes
in deader files
Been skip traced to greener miles
Word on the street
still stinks like yesterday's meat
Chalk another one up to meteor flares.

Stamp a tag
jot another one down
sign right there
throw a flag
bait the bear
when you're the wrong kind of high
 nobody cares..

Copyright September 1, 2011
Re edited  04/26/ 2023  9:01 PM   Pacific Time
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Buddy Bee Anthony

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