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Interstellar

I'm mad all over
With a sixth sense
Of gamma rays.
White dwarfs,
And black dwarf theory.
It's all racist.

Ran home from the game
Cause he's always saying
'Bad things can happen'
They do; shit happens.
Now leave me alone.

Got a switch blade lighter,
It's a nifty little thing.
I keep it in my make-up bag.
A spade and a compass
And two more lighters.

I'm rehearsing corny pick-up lines
So that I can prepare
Witty comebacks
And avoid giving them the callback.

Fathead is getting so big,
Time flies and she stood.
I give her pieces of my food
And then I ain't got none.

The lady down the corner there
Didn't think I was quite right.
She caught me walking, 2 a.m.,
To the store for a seltzer.
I don't even like them.
Why the hell was this lady
Talking to me at two?

Caught some red herrings
With ornate elaboration.
Eased on the clutch,
Heard a crunch,
Flattened a coon.

Been wondering when
The tranny is finally gonna
Quit giving me lip.
She's got some sass.
Doesn't like an uphill 30
But the cops
Are trying to reach quota.


Written by m_abbott1999 (Madi)
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