August
September 2008
you told me you wasnt just freakin gay, you told me that you swing both ways
been fuelin up on cocaine and whiskey
It was 1989, my thoughts were short my hair was long Caught somewhere between a boy and man She was seventeen and she was far from in-between It was summertime in Northern Michigan
And we were trying different things We were smoking funny things Making love out by the lake to our favorite song Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow Singing Sweet home Alabama
So hot I wanna get you alone So hot I wanna get you stoned So hot I don't wanna be your friend I wanna fuck you like I'm never gonna see you again
You're like the kiss of death, like the hand of faith I can tell you're trouble but I still wanna taste
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the president when I was half stoned I been so high I've gotten confused I been beat down, broke and used Motherfucker
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
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