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When the Hoff was in Bristol
Sometimes people
you think you know
throw you a mental
curve ball.
My friend's got it all
( nah, fuck that trite
no-one's got it all)
but, she's intelligent,
beautiful, funny, and
you can feel her energy
exploding out of her
like a sonic bomb.
And she keeps it quiet.
And I respect her.
In a conversation, in the
gripps of a comedown, outside
a cafe, gripping my coffee,
she thought David Hasselhoff
was the president of Canada.
She'd only had
two hours sleep,
had some glitter left
around her eyes
but still
it threw me a bit.
You don't know things
till you learn things.
I undrstand this fact
very well
but still
it threw me a bit.
you think you know
throw you a mental
curve ball.
My friend's got it all
( nah, fuck that trite
no-one's got it all)
but, she's intelligent,
beautiful, funny, and
you can feel her energy
exploding out of her
like a sonic bomb.
And she keeps it quiet.
And I respect her.
In a conversation, in the
gripps of a comedown, outside
a cafe, gripping my coffee,
she thought David Hasselhoff
was the president of Canada.
She'd only had
two hours sleep,
had some glitter left
around her eyes
but still
it threw me a bit.
You don't know things
till you learn things.
I undrstand this fact
very well
but still
it threw me a bit.
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