I'm not a leader,   I'm not a left-wing rhetoric mobilizing force of one   But there was a time way back,    Many years ago in college   Don't laugh   But I thought I was a radical,   I ran a Hemp Liberation League with my boyfriend   It was true love, with a common cause   And besides that, he was a Sagittarius      We used to say that our love was like hemp rope,   Three times as strong as the rope that you buy domestically   And we would bond in the face of oppression   From big business and the deans   But I knew there was a problem--   Every time the group would meet, everyone would light up   It made it difficult to discuss glaucoma   And human rights, not to mention chemotherapy      Well sometimes, life gives us lessons    Sent in ridiculous packaging   So I found him in the arms of a    Student Against the Treacherous Use of Fur   And he gave no apology,   He just turned to me, stoned out to the edge of oblivion   He didn't pull up the sheets, and I think he even smiled   As he said to me:      "Well, I guess our dreams went up in smoke"   "Uh-huh-huh-huh"   And I said,   "No, our dreams went up in dreams, you stupid pothead!"      And another thing,    What kind of a name is Students Against the Treacherous Use of Fur?   Fur is already dead   And besides, a name like that doesn't make a good acronym!      Well I am older now,   I know the rise and gradual fall of a daily victory   And I still write to my senator saying they should legalize cannabis,   And I should know   'Cause I am a horticulturist,   I have a husband and three children out in Lexington, Mass.   And my ex-boyfriend can't tell me I've sold out   Because he's in a cult   And he's not allowed to talk to me.