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Sound trippin on the roof

Thoughtless thinking of you

Caught in front of my imagination

As I bitterly bite my nails over my illusions.

Sun’s running very fast

As you walked away hurting me with you peace sign

Well, look at me

With my tongue jiving, mate with my middle finger.



If you think that you leaved me here grieving

Decimate my part crying

I think you needed a match and go to hell

Cuz you’re wrong and I’m right.



Oh, mr. who

You are welcome to look at my repository

Well! Slap me when you see something unnecessary

Wreck me, kick me

If you think I’m still keeping you.



To every woman you played with fire

Can you separate me for awhile!

Cuz I may not be me if I make it with you

And I may lack of sense if make round with you…



7/7/02