Sitting all alone on a Sat. Night Feeling bored and uptight Want to go dial someone's number on the telephone Fearing they won't be home Putting some herbs in a bowl, hearing the waves after she takes a puff, getting in the way of dealing with more mischief (mis-chuff) Supposed to find love this week, wait let me show you a different technique....... That's why my mind is erased, was not ever the one to win first place Need to go to the bar and drink, it will give me a little more time to think Walking outside the bathroom there are two wooden doors Walking outside the bathroom "you best not look at me as of a whore" Crying out in rage "Go on bitch" start acting your age Me and you haven't even made it thru the first page Yah just tried to rap this poem Just wasn't my cup of tea "Better stop with those bud lights", or else you're going to have a waterfall of pee Mind of an arrogant slut Eyes of a beautician Mind of an arrogant slut Eyes of a beautician I said an EH- EH- EH -ARO-GENT SLUT-UT-UT-UT-UT Mind of the eyes, stop telling me all your filthy lies Caressing down to my thigh Your all mine, your all mine My words seem as if they should be in a romance novel Uh yah write between the ankle (s) Get low Get low Get low (du diiiii da da -duh da da da da- dum) Can' wait to hear the final quote, a little more like an anecdote "Got my finger caught by the tuna fish can again honey"
