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I never want to be seen as cheap, But I saw the tears in his eyes And I thought, "That's sweet." I tried on all of my little jokes. I muscle in, throw it in, Just to see if it floats. Not many people have the balls of I. To take the bull by the horns And make it mine all mine He was it, he was really hot shit. He was tripping, he was drifting, He was high. He was really nice. He smelled like propane and butterscotch. He kept his eyes on me Cuz he liked to watch me Tear up bedsheets to bandage him. He had been in a fight, But he did not win. I don't think we brought the money up. It was a gas, oh we just laughed. This boy could not shut up. He was it. He was really hot shit. He was tripping, he was ripped and he was High on Life. From Letras Mania