And if I didn't know better I'd think
That your shirt was made of seventy dollar flannel
And if I didn't look close I might not notice
That your boots are just another leg for you to stand on
And if I drink too fast that gin might blossom
Into one more good ol' classic rock channel
And if I roll in your rocket will your pocket
Stock one more planet for me to land on
You're lying you're lying
And your tattoo might last a long time but it's still
Not as strong as a little mascara
And if you collect all your soul and pack yourself a bowl
And look in the mirror you won't even catch a glare
And if I turn up the buzz and piss off the fuzz
I'll wear my hair really long just to scare you
And if the Vasoline catches on fire will it
Burn me enough to be my own little flare
You're lying
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
Look at you in your seventy dollar flannel
Monday, March 30, 2009
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