I saw a cloud yesterday. There was a boy flying through the air. Arms stretched out wide. I never saw what he was reaching for. I saw a cloud yesterday a little boy, a laughing man, and an old geezer all in one. I ride by the railroad tracks. Stick my arm out the window. Let the wind blow my my hair in my face. Green Green is the grass Green Green is my eyes Green Green is the jealousy; that I feel all the time. I chopped off all my hair last night. But it's not as short as I would like. I suppose it will do for now. So I turn out the light. There you are next to me; with the long end of the stick. There you are inside of me; I push you out but you don't quit. I don't do no funky drugs 'round ya. That would only prove your point. Oooooh, you make me feel so good, Do ya? No, you make me feel so down! I'm gonna push ya down the stairs. Then bury ya in the ground. I saw a cloud yesyerday. I realized it was you. I realized, I don't wanna be your girl. I realized I don't wanna be you. 29, June 1998Birth sign: Not entered
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