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the sun crept through the blinds and washed my giant bed over with beams of warmth. i rolled over and thought i saw you there, my heart stopped, and then i realized.....

it was Butch.



happy saturday kids, i'm going north.

have a grand weekend.

'of course i know you're stoned - forty watt bulb'

six pack of bent beer cans with burned pin holes left on the floor
and rolling papers from the nature magazines i tore
why would you ask me such a question when you know what it's for
of course i want more of course i want more

you get so squirrely talk about elizabeth hurley on the phone
don't ask me the color of my panties when you know i'm home alone
why would you ask me such a question from a mobile phone
of course i know you're stoned of course i know you're stoned

pretend that you were me or i was you with curly hair
would you still wonder what's the waist size of my underwear
you're talking hackey sack in iraq with linda blair
of course i don't care of course i don't care

i hate when you're this stoned 'cause everything's conspiracy
you swear that you can feel mahlekalurr fields when you go pee
of course you're hearing voices you left on the tv
of course it's not me of course it's not me

yeah i think that's a great idea tattoo your face a baby blue
i'll call you papa smurf if that's what you want me to do
no i didn't see that episode of scooby doo
what the hell is wrong with you what the hell is wrong with you