September
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Josephine is not your kind
She believes in magic and rhymes
You tried hard to make her fine
But she sleeps with acid
Do her parents know it`s for real
When she asks them to be high
I don´t know
But they will sure be aware of it
She smokes clouds every single night
Should be glad that she`s alive
In her head she sees butterflies with pistols
Josephine is not your kind
She believes in ravers with dimes
You tried hard to see her eyes
But they´re made for others
She runs to the club with some cash
And spends them all on pleasure
In her head there´s some old drug
Taking care of her
Gets the very best of a man
And pays him with a laugh
Don´t you see?
She is not a mystery
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