Can't sit on my porch and smoke a j,. And remember how peaceful life can be.. But all night long are a bunch of pushers. Sellin' drugs right there on my tv..
I do it for the joy it brings. Because I'm a joyful girl. Because the world owes me nothing. And we owe each other the world. I do it because it's the least I can do.
In the jukebox of her memory. The list of names flips by and stops. She closes her eyes. And smiles as the record drops. . Then she drinks herself up and out.