Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
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'Cause I just can't seem to think straight anymore.
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Can't figure out where I'm at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
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I think you're swell but I ain't gonna tell you so.
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I think you're great but it's late and I'd better go.
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Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
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Well I'm flat broke, I've been smoking butts for days.
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You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that's a dangerous plan."
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You're quite a woman, but I don't wanna be your man.
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You're quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.
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Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I'm dissatisfied.
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Well it ain't your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.
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All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain't gettin' nowhere."
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Won't you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
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Won't you stay? I can't play like I don't care.
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I think you're dope, and I hope I'm making myself clear.
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I think you're fly and that's why I'm getting out of here.
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Well, I must have been stoned.
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Good Lord, I wish I'd been stoned.
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Stoned
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