Hey I was walking my bagThrough a 20 storey non stop snow storm
Pirelli calendar girls wrestling in body lotion
My heads swimming with poetry and prose
Excuse me one moment whilst I powder my nose
Me and my good thing are just about as close as can be
We gave up sleep at the age of 17
My worlds’ getting bigger as my eyesight gets worse
I can’t see the lines on my idiot board
What about love?
I don’t let that stuff in my house
This is the glamorous life there’s no time for fooling around
Lord have mercy I know what I’m doing
I don’t need an alibi I need a fire escape and an open window
It’s my problem its nothing I can’t deal with
I’m not chasing anything just jogging baby
What’s your bag?
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