hella tired, yo.
and hella broke, yo.
met some cool people, yo.
Hella song by Ween called "She's Your Baby"
Janey came back from the stand
Smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand
And a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding
You feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby
Those below us can not be renounced
Cause they're talking
And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths
Lock their doors and stay in the house
And while you're inside there
You might want to question the fact
That you're not quite the same
And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet
A million layers of crust and deposit
Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons
You told her that this was for good
She's your baby
Ween by "What Deaner Was Talkin' About"
The wash is out, it's hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
If I was king I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert and dress to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend [2x]
,yo
ps these songs hella put a tickle in my heart.
and hella broke, yo.
met some cool people, yo.
Hella song by Ween called "She's Your Baby"
Janey came back from the stand
Smiling
With the writing of Kafka in hand
And a bunny in a can
Slipping and sliding
You feel yourself asking her
Why would you want me to try?
Squeezing your wrist and she's pulling you closer
Down where the devils are dying with laughter
Then led to a place where there's no form of pleasure
She blows you a kiss from her lips
She's your baby
Those below us can not be renounced
Cause they're talking
And for once I wish they'd shut up their mouths
Lock their doors and stay in the house
And while you're inside there
You might want to question the fact
That you're not quite the same
And look to the room where she's keeping so quiet
A million layers of crust and deposit
Blanket the seasons and bury the reasons
You told her that this was for good
She's your baby
Ween by "What Deaner Was Talkin' About"
The wash is out, it's hanging up
And all I have is nothing
Nothing to do, nothing to say
I think I must be dreaming
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
If I was king I'd wear a ring
And never hurt my people
I'd stay alert and dress to kill
I might even slip you something
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
The sun comes up and I'm all washed out
Is this what Deaner was talkin' about
I don't think I will ever return again my friend
I do not think I will ever return again, my friend [2x]
,yo
ps these songs hella put a tickle in my heart.
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troublemaker:
mmm...time to finish off my excees Pier 39 hot wings. Thanx for the shelter, it was a great nights rest
manda:
VINCE!!! ha ha! i do remember your real name, which i can't say for a lot of the others, so feel priviledged! btw, was awesome meeting you hon! we'll always have hooters!