It was one of those things that never made sense from the beginning.
Almost like a bad hangover.
Do run for cover, 'cause I can not sing but I sure can holler.
Three summers, all blown.
Now I’m here, rest my soul.
It was one of those things that only made sense in the moment.
The truth is to be told, yeah, sex with you is like sex with god.
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