Friend/enemy
I'd Rather Be High Than Get Fucked Any Day Of The Week
As a boy I saw myself as a man dying violently in a woman's arms or at least now I imagine I must have.
Weren't they bumping heads at the vatican the morning I was born that I might dance like magnets like this with my friend's wife tonight.
Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil
I want the parents to whisper the kids carving my name into their arms for how I dipped her, how I spinned her how she was sitting on my lap and sipping on my beer just like I was her uncle
I'm friendly to strangers. I'm just friendly to strangers.
Every sarah every Rachel every Jen
Every Bobby every Steve and every Phil
And I swear I'm gonna smash my guitar one of these days.
Nina Pinta Santa Maria.
And every springtime the same kitchen.
Dawn and dusk. Peanut butter and pears.
From Letras Mania