Old 97′s - Stoned

Текст песни Stoned

Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
′Cause I just can′t seem to think straight anymore.

Can′t figure out where I′m at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you′re swell but I ain′t gonna tell you so.
I think you′re great but it′s late and I′d better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I′m flat broke, I′ve been smoking butts for days.

You say, ";Maybe you can stay with me."; I say, ";Lady, that′s a dangerous plan.";
You′re quite a woman, but I don′t wanna be your man.
You′re quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. ";Dear Sir: I′m dissatisfied.
Well it ain′t your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain′t gettin′ nowhere.";
Won′t you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won′t you stay? I can′t play like I don′t care.
I think you′re dope, and I hope I′m making myself clear.
I think you′re fly and that′s why I′m getting out of here.