Don't ever bring a girl home from the bar
Unless you know her don't get head in the car
Because what you don't know is that she just got out
Of rehab, of course, what'd you think I'm talkin about
Not jail, but **** close, she went in for a syringe
Come out the next day and she can't wait to binge
Then she sees you and what's your name? let's head back to your place”
Wow it's that easy, maybe I have a nice face
or whatever the reason,
there's gotta be something else that drives this chicks sleezin
Back to my house, out the door the next day
I'm excited at the prospect of a ***** call livin five miles away
Three days, two texts, no response, no rendezvous
I wonder what happened, I thought a phone call was due
Came to find out from a friend aint no joke
The girl OD'ed on heroine, after one final smoke
Now she can't move, can't talk or can't type
No wonder she didn't respond to my text the next night
Now I feel guilty, somehow it's my bad
Maybe my **** has magic powers that drove this girl mad
But reality is, there's no need to gripe
It was the right place, and the wrong time, so I let her borrow a pipe
Dec 24, 2012
Dec 24, 2012 at 12:38 AM UTC
Don't ever bring a girl home from the bar
Unless you know her don't get head in the car
Because what you don't know is that she just got out
Of rehab, of course, what'd you think I'm talkin about
Not jail, but **** close, she went in for a syringe
Come out the next day and she can't wait to binge
Then she sees you and what's your name? let's head back to your place”
Wow it's that easy, maybe I have a nice face
or whatever the reason,
there's gotta be something else that drives this chicks sleezin
Back to my house, out the door the next day
I'm excited at the prospect of a ***** call livin five miles away
Three days, two texts, no response, no rendezvous
I wonder what happened, I thought a phone call was due
Came to find out from a friend aint no joke
The girl OD'ed on heroine, after one final smoke
Now she can't move, can't talk or can't type
No wonder she didn't respond to my text the next night
Now I feel guilty, somehow it's my bad
Maybe my **** has magic powers that drove this girl mad
But reality is, there's no need to gripe
It was the right place, and the wrong time, so I let her borrow a pipe