hand in my pants, feeling like a phyllistine
all eyes empty, every door way a guillotine.
i'm drunk on lonliness, out of shape and half eaten
the phone don't work and god's in a staff meeting.
no good for nothin'
dear Buck65, I love you.
all eyes empty, every door way a guillotine.
i'm drunk on lonliness, out of shape and half eaten
the phone don't work and god's in a staff meeting.
no good for nothin'
dear Buck65, I love you.
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And I don't think that you did play it for me.