Old 97's Stoned текст песни, слова песни Stoned Old 97's
Old 97's - Stoned
'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.
Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.
Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.
You say, ";Maybe you can stay with me."; I say, ";Lady, that's a dangerous plan.";
You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man.
You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.
Take a letter to God. ";Dear Sir: I'm dissatisfied.
Well it ain't your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.
All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain't gettin' nowhere.";
Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.
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