yea... i only smoke weed when i need to,
and i need to get some rest... yes,
wheres the sense, i confess,
i burned a hole in the matress,
yes.. yes.. it was me, i plead guilty,
and at the count of three,
i pull back the duvet,
make my way to the refridgerator,
one dried potato inside, no lime,
not even bread.. jam,
when the light above my head went bam!
i cant sleep, somethings all over me,
gresy insomnia... please release me
and let me dream about making mad love on the heath,
tearing off tights with my teeth,
but theres no relief,
im wide awake in my kitchen,
its black and im lonely,
oh if i could only get some sleep!
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