Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
bread & water
Drove through California, found my home
I kissed the best looking woman I have ever known.
It was a quiet revolution in my head;
I fell for eight or fifteen girls, cause I had water but they had bread.
But no one loves me just like you.
Spent three nights on a beach and stole some rum
I was difficult and rude, but I sure as hell was fun.
But I know myself when I hit bottom, I laid there for a year
Lost my head and lost my other, got it back but shit was weird.
Still no one loved me just like you.
I got my bread & water.
I got my bread & water.
Thank God for bread & water.
I kissed the best looking woman I have ever known.
It was a quiet revolution in my head;
I fell for eight or fifteen girls, cause I had water but they had bread.
But no one loves me just like you.
Spent three nights on a beach and stole some rum
I was difficult and rude, but I sure as hell was fun.
But I know myself when I hit bottom, I laid there for a year
Lost my head and lost my other, got it back but shit was weird.
Still no one loved me just like you.
I got my bread & water.
I got my bread & water.
Thank God for bread & water.
Monday, August 3, 2009
i know a lot of crazy girls
i've met a lot of good looking women
i gave them all the time of day
i'd say a handful are my good friends
(but i know a few who want me dead)
one of them told me she was sober
but all of them really liked my mom
but my mom was smart & my mom, she told me
"son, you know a lot of crazy girls."
i gave them all the time of day
i'd say a handful are my good friends
(but i know a few who want me dead)
one of them told me she was sober
but all of them really liked my mom
but my mom was smart & my mom, she told me
"son, you know a lot of crazy girls."
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