2003-11-11 - 4:14 p.m.
ba-ba-ba-bow buppa bow bup bow bup-bow-bow
well you shake it on down
take it on the town
never clown around
without the sense-surround
I better shut up when I feel this way
what in the world am I trying to say
the sparks ignite a combustible delight
and the heat and light takes you out of sight
in the dead of night when it's really tight
and you know it's right when you're full of fight
but it's not that way for me today
so where's the bomb that'd detonate
back in the day when I'd flow that way
"it wasn't me," is all I'd say
but who's to blame
for all that's lame
"the words just came"
now it's not the same
and I see that now,
I can see the shame
and the rusty plow
share the wealth
with a downside dame
spare your health
just to play the game
with a broad or winch
by another name
and it's sorry,
oh so sorry
slutty ho for fame
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