Topic: Arbeit am Gefuehl
I met her in a jail cell stoned on oatmeal; I can still recall the boxer shorts she wore; She was sobbin' at the toll booth with Led-Zeppelin, and I knew that she would be an easy score; Her rabbi said I'd pick my nose forever; She said to me that Nixon didn't lie; But who'd have thought she'd freak out with my best friend; I never had the chance to say goodbye.
praschl | 12. August 03 | 0 Kommentare
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