sift through
     all that crap
and check my direction,
where the ****'s my compass..
oh god, tell me this
                         ain't going to last,
shoot me under the wire
right before those cubes are cast.

Baby blow on them dice
   and kiss the guy to your right.

that's it,         kiss him on the lip,
      
       what a trip,                   what a slip

showing your      colours like that,

playin' those juicy chords,

            playin'    hard     on that strat.




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