Lyrics

Boy, shes really frantic, The wildest chick in town She blows her gauge, Flies in a rage, Sweet Marijuana Brown In her victory garden, The seeds grow all around She plants, you dig, She's flipped her wig, Sweet Marijuana Brown She don't know where she's going, She don't care where she's been But every time you take her out, She bound to take you in Boy, that gal means trouble, You oughta put her down Get hip, take care, look out, beware of Sweet Marijuana Brown She don't know where she's going, She don't care where she's been But every time you take her out, She bound to take you in Boy, that gal means trouble, You oughta put her down Get hip, take care, look out, beware of Sweet Marijuana Brown
Writer(s): Leonard Geoffrey Feather Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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