Well, i did a little joint about an hour ago
Took a little drive, see which way the wind blow . . .
The time to hesitate is through
No time to wallow in the mire
Try now we can only lose
And our love become a funeral pyre
The doors of perception have slammed on my head
Will it go round in circles?
Big Girls Don't Cry-ay-ay.
Cry me a river
I cried a river over you . . .
When no answer, she rang thrice.
Rice-a-Roni, the San Francisco Treat
