SMOKE, fills her empty mind, and
A lunatic laugh begines, as she
takes one last try, la, la, la....
WOBBLE momma, in the tall
green grass, watch all the crows
give you the finger, then begine
to dance. la, la, la
LOVE, cleans up this mess, better
hold on tight, and hope for the best.
la, la, la,
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