The first time I saw you you said you were drunk, too much beer, or so
you thunk. A night of drinking had clouded your head, and in another
day you wouldn't know what you said. You said you were sorry as you
drooled on my shoe, and I just laughed at one sight of you. You
couldn't walk straight and you slurred when you spoke, and I thought
it was just a joke.
I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but
you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of
air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.
Well the second time I saw you you said you were sick, strong cough
syrup and many of it. Stomach cramps and a blistering fever, i carverd
your thoughts like a butcher's cleaver. your ? you said it yourself.
You needed some rest, you felt like hell. All your medication had made
you slow, but it was yourself, how was I to know?
I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but
you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of
air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.
The third time I saw you you hadn't slept a wink, not enough Zs you
just couldn't think. You tossed and turned the whole night long, and
when you awoke the world seemed wrong. It was much too early, your
eyes were lead, you said you felt like the living dead. Sleep
deprivation was the word today, but how should i have known you were
always this way?
I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid, I want to love you but
you're just plain dumb. I want to love you but you're head's full of
air, you're stone dumb but I don't care.
The last time i saw, you had nothing to claim, you couldn't think fast
enough to even explain. I looked into you eyes and could