Look at you -
what awe is struck-
all mealy-mouthed and forced-
standing stoned in your quiet home
blabberin' out the side ' your horse
the road trip's over, so the honking's stopped
you can't roll the windows down forever
the dialogue - well, it's Peking duck crisp
speeding one time at a time
Me doing all the voices in lisp
While you girls nap with Heather.
Look at me -
I carried myself up the stairs
The garbage needs dumping again, of course
I'm over-too-tired, but I'd listen to your cares
if i wasn't blabberin' out the side ' my horse
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