Letra de Split Ends

Writing letters to my frenz Telling them all about split ends Watching flowers hit the floor Why can't he see, there's so much more Four of one, twenty of another It's all the same to me brother Never know these days mother I might still be your lover (yeah) Nothing else is so obscene as coffee beans and smoke machines Take your daughter for a ride Let her know you're on her side Guess there's no words can beat The Sunday treat where rigamortis meat Wish you never found your feet Sniffing tow jams really neat Writing letters to my frenz Telling them all about split ends