You are so dope I bet you like motorcycles
You are so pretty I see you before my eyes close
You put me in a dream state
Such a bad boy that I love to eventually hate
Bet one day I'll make real friends
Like the groups on TV shows
VW hippie van with
All of my real hoes
I don't know I just feel like a leach
And God, I miss the beach
I guess your smile soothes my apathy
But do you miss me
I guess that you wanted to leave
But don't you wanna kiss me
I can't help myself
You're pretty as hell
Just got off the phone after
Talking to some dip ass
He was saying the same thing you did
But he was talking way too fast
I don't know I just feel like a leach
And God, I miss the beach
He never got my artistic flow
Said he would love to love me and I said
HELL NO
He can't help himself
I'm pretty as hell
He said do you wanna leave with me
I said might as well