Dopejam
Tokyo
I express myself
Between emotion and illusion
On a park bench heaven-sent
So I, I think about Having sex with Old Bill Murray in a Japanese hotel
I don't like myself
But you know what its like,
When you're stuck for company
So lets, climb up our steps
With innocence, where you and I first met
A rose by any other name would smell as sweet
From Letras Mania