Texty

There was nothing happening, I went down to Nick's His girl was there, I said, "How's tricks?" She picked up her guitar, she played one of her licks It went like this: She said, "Nick went to the store," Gripping her guitar she played a little more She opened up her pocketbook, medicine galore I reached in. Well, hey Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too I could take 3, or I could take 5 I could take 20 and I'd barely be alive My daddy had a hankering For the little one that's blue I asked her her name, she said it was Mandy She asked if I liked head, I told her it was dandy When I ate her pussy, it tasted like candy It tasted good I lost track of time, longer than an hour She was cool and beautiful, kinda like a flower She said I had to leave, she had to take a shower I stole her purse... Hey, hey Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too Some of them are black, some of them are brown Some of them are ups, some of them are downs I put them in the blender 'cause I like to fuck around It's true Nodding leaving Nick's, I guess I went too far I was way too high, then I stole a car Just like Jerusalem, following a star I felt good I smashed that car, 'cause the radio sucked I tried every station, and they all were fucked The car's in the river, and it's shit out of luck I stuck out my thumb I got picked up, I could tell the girl was rich 20 years younger, in a Lexus, life's a bitch She asked me for a fuck, I asked her what's the hitch? She just laughed... She said her man was selfish and cruel Cheating on her, she went out to get some fuel Gonna screw somebody ugly as a mule I'd do the trick When the sun comes up and it's time to hit the sack I used to have a job but I'm never goin' back Them corporate fucks, they don't know jack Watch 'em die Look at all the red ones, look at all the green ones Look at all the pink ones, look at all the mean ones Look at all the yellow ones, look at all the white ones too Take them in 4's, take them in 3's Take them by the dozen, don't mean shit to me Take them when you ain't got Nothing better to do Hey, hey, hey
Writer(s): Edward James Hamell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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