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She should call me,
I should phone her,
but I'm too shaky,
and she's a stoner.
I'm so friendly,
she's a loner,
I'm on eccy,
she's a stoner.
I haven't got it.
I haven't got it.
I never lost it,
I never had it.
(I'm takin' you to hell)
She likes TV,
her name's Mona,
I get frisky,
but she's a stoner.
She gets hungry,
calls me over,
"bring me sweet things,"
she's a stoner.
Spanish family,
barcelona,
she's my gypsy,
she's a stoner.
He looks shifty,
drinks corona,
sells her fifty,
she's a stoner.
She's your mystery organ doner,
you get her kidney, you're a stoner.
Sing it with me,
sing it slower,
are you ready?
Shes...
a...
stoner...
