Mikey Likes It

I feel, I mean I have a sense of their being A particular sort of, how do we say A center of something Some sort of senstive core inside the skin And that corresponds to the word I Let's take a look at this I like girls, girls, girls, all day all night If she got arms and legs Then bingo she's my type, aw yeah Mikey likes it Uppers and downers at the same damn time The mushroom caps with the cocaine lines, aw yeah Mikey likes it Curry chicken, easy cheese, chili peppers, soul to squeeze, yeah Mikey likes it Lava lamps, rainy days, Halle Berry, Purple Haze yeah Mikey likes it I like taking long hot showers in the darkness Scrubbing myself with Dove soap Mikey likes it I like hopping in an Uber Pretending I'm a crack head for the full ride Scratching my neck, itching, sneezing Mikey likes it UFO's, lucid dreams, dirty Chuck's, denim jeans yeah Mikey likes it Yogananda, Stevie Nicks, Davey Waynes, naked pics yeah Mikey likes it I like the smell of gasoline The taste of syrup on a peach The feel of getting my hair cut The look of Venice on LSD I like it Who like it, who like it? I like it It is a hallucination That is to say a false sense of personal identity