Текст песни Old 97`s - Stoned
Old 97`s - Stoned слова песни
Well I must have been stoned when this whole started, `Cause I just can`t seem to think straight anymore. Can`t figure out where I`m at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico. I think you`re swell but I ain`t gonna tell you so. I think you`re great but it`s late and I`d better go. Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg. Well I`m flat broke, I`ve been smoking butts for days. You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that`s a dangerous plan." You`re quite a woman, but I don`t wanna be your man. You`re quite a kisser, but listen close and understand. Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I`m dissatisfied. Well it ain`t your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart. All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain`t gettin` nowhere." Won`t you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair? Won`t you stay? I can`t play like I don`t care. I think you`re dope, and I hope I`m making myself clear. I think you`re fly and that`s why I`m getting out of here. Well, I must have been stoned. Good Lord, I wish I`d been stoned.