| Crush up the blue
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| And inhale through your nose
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| Scrape every quark
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| From the wood in the floor
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| She said:
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| Do you wanna get high?
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| Don’t eat no dinner tonight
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| I took a road trip to Mexico
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| And scored a hundred count
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| Do you wanna get high?
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| It’s like we’re falling in love
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| We can listen to Bacharach
|
| And stop at any point
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| Now our bones start to ache
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| As we cramp on the pot
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| And we fall to the floor
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| With our face in a knot
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| She said:
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| Do you wanna get high?
|
| Don’t eat no dinner tonight
|
| I took a road trip to Mexico
|
| And scored a hundred count
|
| Do you wanna get high?
|
| It’s like we’re falling in love
|
| We can listen to Bacharach
|
| And stop at any point
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| Keep on doing what you do
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| ‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
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| Don’t need booze
|
| ‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
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| Stop the tape, kill the lights, close the drapes
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| And keep doing what you do
|
| ‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
|
| She said:
|
| Do you wanna get high?
|
| Don’t eat no dinner tonight
|
| I took a road trip to Mexico
|
| And scored a hundred count
|
| Do you wanna get high?
|
| It’s like we’re falling in love
|
| We can listen to Bacharach
|
| And stop at any point |