Stoned

Well I must have been ******

When this whole started

'Cause I just can't seem to

Think straight anymore

Can't figure out where I'm at

Maybe Memphis maybe Mexico

I think you're swell bu

T I ain't gonna tell you so

I think you're great

But it's late and I'd better go

Hitchhike to Rome

Take the Greyhound to Fredericks burg

Well I'm flat broke

I've been smoking butts for days

You say "Maybe

You can stay with me

I say "Lady that's a dangerous plan"

You're quite a woman

But I don't wanna be your man

You're quite a kisser

But listen close and understand

Take a letter to God dear Sir

I'm dissatisfied

Well it ain't Your fault

They keep pouring salt on my heart

All I need is a brief reprieve

I keep leaving I ain't gettin' nowhere

Won't you linger

Let me run my fingers through your hair

Won't you stay

I can't play like I don't care

I think You're d**e

And I hope I'm making myself clear

I think You're fly and

That's why I'm getting out of here

Well I must have been ******

Well I must have been ******

Well I must have been ******

Good Lord I wish I'd been ******