The first time I saw you you said you were drunk,
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too much beer, or so you thunk.
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A night of drinking had clouded your head,
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and in another day you wouldn't know what you said.
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You said you were sorry as you drooled on my shoe,
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and I just laughed at one sight of you.
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You couldn't walk straight and you slurred when you spoke,
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and I thought it was just a joke.
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I want to love you but you're too damn stoopid,
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I want to love you but you're just plain dumb.
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I want to love you but you're head's full of air,
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you're stone dumb but I don't care.
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Well the second time I saw you you said you were sick,
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strong cough syrup and many of it.
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Stomach cramps and a blistering fever,
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I carverd your thoughts like a butcher's cleaver.
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You're ? you said it yourself.
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You needed some rest, you felt like hell.
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All your medication had made you slow,
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but it was yourself, how was I to know?
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The third time I saw you you hadn't slept a wink,
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not enough Zs you just couldn't think.
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You tossed and turned the whole night long,
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and when you awoke the world seemed wrong.
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It was much too early, your eyes were lead,
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you said you felt like the living dead.
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Sleep deprivation was the word today,
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but how should i have known you were always this way?
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The last time I saw you, you had nothing to claim,
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you couldn't think fast enough to even explain.
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I looked into you eyes and could see your teeth.
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It's strange enough, what you're saying to me...
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a rocket scientist you will never be,
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you'll never be a master of philosophy.
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But dumb as you are, I can plainly see,
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it doesn't take a brain to see what you mean to me!
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Too Stoopid
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Mustard Plug |