She pours like red wine
Into me
She crawls like green vine
Wraps
I took a trip
Penis
I packed the lunches
He scored the tabs
We
(sounds of the city, people talking)
(Yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
The man
You've been puttin' me down
For a long time now
Monday mornings
Hey, mama
Hey, yeah, yeah
Hey mama, don't look now
I found my
I'm not your daddy or your father confessor
I'm not your
I was hangin' off a balcony over the strip
Checkin' out
Any day the wind blows
You can find her runnin' out
You dumped me like a piece of trash
You let
Monday was our big disaster
Tuesday we fell back in
(What, what is it that you want?)
(What is it that
Her lips never leave me alone
Her eyes move, they never
As I hurry down the sidewalk
Briefcase in my hands
Thoughts of
I'm going back to high school
And this time I won't
Green is not my color anymore, no it's not
And red
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