It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
That you're only supposed to use once and then discard
Where do you put it?
In the garbage can, my honest friend
My shyness, pet her flow
She's only been five months late
Even though we haven't had sex for a week
A mil a day, a mil, I say
And my heart's made my
Somebody else already used the word aurora borealis
She was tied up in chains and Sam had helped her in the freezer
She's only five weeks late
And I haven't had a date forever
Ever
ever
forever
Wish I had more
more opportunity
More chances to remember some things
So I couldn't have so much pressure on my
On my
on my, um
ah, on my
um. um
head
We'd have so much more diversity
And so much more input, so much more creative flow
If we had someone in school, a GIT
GIT
geeks
in
town
Ha ha
Come on Dave, think of one
Girls in trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man, this is a waste of time
Ha ha
One more solo?
Yeah
Yeah
You're personally responsible for
The entire strip
To be washed away
Cleansed
as if gallons of, um, rubbing alcohol
Flowed through the strip and were set on fire
It didn't just singe the hair, it made it straight
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom
And his
Silk
And he
he erected a beautiful city
A city of stars