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Window at night #10
Sitting by my window at night, writin drink in hand,
Reach in my mini fridge,
Pull out another beer, & turn up the tunes
Airplain singin bout Alice,
Trippin balls head first through mine magic mirror
into mystic realms of that sweet Irish witch,
Queeny after my foul mouthed fat head to come off,
Tis the season of that bitch,
Tell me darlin’, you have a daddy,
Is he strong like me… give it to me easy
So damn good, that Lady takes me away
& Washes me in the rain of Shamballa
But remember what that Door Knob said… Free your head,
Oh, hookah smoking caterpillar, feed my head your magic brownies
and overflow mine cup with your groovy tea
For I am displaced time out of mind,
And man, that fukin red Knight was a talkin backwards,
Riders runin in the ditch
As I sit here, with writin drink in hand;
Reach in my mini fridge,
Pull out another beer, & turn up the tunes
Airplain singin bout Alice,
Trippin balls head first through mine magic mirror
into mystic realms of that sweet Irish witch,
Queeny after my foul mouthed fat head to come off,
Tis the season of that bitch,
Tell me darlin’, you have a daddy,
Is he strong like me… give it to me easy
So damn good, that Lady takes me away
& Washes me in the rain of Shamballa
But remember what that Door Knob said… Free your head,
Oh, hookah smoking caterpillar, feed my head your magic brownies
and overflow mine cup with your groovy tea
For I am displaced time out of mind,
And man, that fukin red Knight was a talkin backwards,
Riders runin in the ditch
As I sit here, with writin drink in hand;
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