Friday, July 08, 2005

Sex Type Thing

I am, I am, I am
I said I wanna get next to you

I said I gonna get close to you

You wouldn't want me have to hurt you too, hurt you too?

I ain't, I ain't, I ain't
A buyin' into your apathy

I'm gonna learn ya my philosophy

You wanna know about atrocity?


I know you want what's on my mind

I know you like what's on my mind

I know it eats you up inside

I know, you know, you know


I am a man, a man

I'll give ya somethin' that ya won't forget

I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress

I said ya shouldn't have worn that dress


Here I come, I come, I come

2 comments:

Bennet said...

Yes that's when Stone Temple Pilot was cool.

Blog ho said...

this song reminds me of my father.

About Me, Not You

I was christened Wannahockaloogy by our tribal leader. He was a bitter old man with throat cancer who believed that, to truly hock a loogie, one must not retrieve the phlegm from the throat, but from the soul. His weakened, delirious state made it easy for me to overthrow him and seize control. Now, I am the chief and I have internet access. Beware, delirious smoking populace. Beware.