| Lyrics: | It hurts when you have to press that dull little thing
that you're only supposed to use once
and then discard.
Where do you put it? In the garbage can, my honest friend.
My shyness,
pet her flow.
She's only been five months late,
even though we haven't had sex for a
week.
A meal a day, a meal, I say.
And my heart's made my
Somebody else
already used the word aurora borealis.
She was tied up in chains, and Sam had helped her in the
freezer.
She's only five weeks late,
and I haven't had a date
forever
ever...ever...forever!
Wish I had more...more opportunity,
more chances
to remember some things
so I couldn't have so much pressure on my...
on my...on my,
um...ah, on my...um...um...head.
We'd have so much more diversity,
and so much more
input, so much more creative flow,
if we had someone in school, a
(GIT)
GIT...geeks...in...town.
Ha!...Come on, Dave, think of one
Girls In
Trouble
It should be GIC, geeks with Charvels
No, GWC
Fuck, man, this is a
waste of time!
(laughs) One more solo? Yeahhhhhhhhh! Yeaaaahhhhh!
You're personally
responsible for
the entire strip...to be washed away
cleansed...as if gallons of, um,
rubbing alcohol
flowed through the strip and were set on fire.
It didn't just singe
the hair, it made it straight.
And then Perry Ellis came along with his broom,
and
his...silk
and he...he erected a beautiful city
a city of stars |
