She cried, “There’s a masher outside the door!”
I said, “Party crasher, now scream no more.”
And everybody got funky for a little while
I never did find my way home
But I can tell, no matter where I roam
I won’t forget how that pretty girl made me smile
The sky was rosy like a drunken dream
While I got cozy with a soft moonbeam
And rode my silver steed towards the morning sun
The path to heaven narrows down a bit
Indulgent soles tend not to fit
Yeah no one said redemption would be fun.
Are You Reading Me?
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