| She took me off my guard with disappointment
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| I got sucked inside of her apartment
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| She’s got dried up flowers, flaky skin
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| A beaded necklace, a bottle of gin
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| She’s a nitemare hippy girl
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| With her skinny fingers fumbling my world
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| She’s a whimsical, tragical beauty
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| Self-conscious and a little bit fruity
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| It’s a new-age letdown in my face
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| She’s so spaced out and there ain’t no space
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| She’s got marijuana on the bathroom tile
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| I’m caught in a vortex, she’s changing my style
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| She’s a nitemare hippy girl
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| With her skinny fingers fumbling my world
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| She’s a whimsical, tragical beauty
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| Uptight and a little bit’snooty
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| She’s a magical, sparkling tease
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| She’s a rainbow choking the breeze
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| Yeah oh, she’s busting out onto the scene
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| With nitemare bogus poetry
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| She’s a melted avocado on the shelf
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| She’s the science of herself
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| She’s spazzing out on a cosmic level
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| And she’s meditating with the devil
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| She’s cooking salad for breakfast
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| She’s got tofu the size of Texas
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| She’s a witness to her own glory
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| She’s a neverending story
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| She’s a frolicking depression
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| She’s a self-inflicted obsession
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| She’s got a thousand lonely husbands
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| She’s playing footsie in another dimension
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| She’s a goddess milking her time
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| For all that it’s worth |