Jet set ski shop quasi silver porche jacket
Bleached blonde forty-dollar
Hey, the makings of a real event
He slices through the
I remember everything you said to me
Your moody stance, my
She arrives like a limo
Smooth and moving
On the prowl through
Yes, he was a fish head
His frontal lobe a retread
He
I wonder wonder wonder
Wonder what went wrong
We used to used
You tell lies thinking I can't see
You can't cry 'cause
You used to feel free
You used to feel fine
Now you
You're a monster, baby
You're a super killer
I want to be
Come singing, saying praise
Her beauty lives
She is not dead
Although I
Well I wrestle with my toothbrush each morning at noon
I
Swingline throughout the backyards of the midwest
Lean back, baby, in
She's demure...friendly...loving and good-looking
Good-looking and wealthy
She i
I'm a lone rhinoceros
There ain't one hell of a lots
There I stood in the night
Out on the broken pier
Me
Late last night
I was speaking with my wife
When she turned
I recall as a boy we would hop the freights
Wasn't
Well, maybe you're thinkin' I'm outasight
'cause I know you saw
