To be clean out of money   But with four healthy limbs   Could drive any body to name their kid Kim   I swear I'd never name my kid Kim      We met at a party   I was drunk and smoking cloves   I really just needed a ride back to town   No I don't smoke cloves anymore   And so she explains her theory   Her feet propped on new pillows   And her roommate behind her playing bongos   Kim, you bore me to death   You bore me to death      Kim, you bore me to death   Kim, you bore me to death   Kim, you bore me to death   Kim, you bore me to death   Kim, you bore me to death