With heads flooding in like waves downstream
Sweet sweet perfumes like berries they smell
And pockets full of paper, they were green
Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends
Huey, Dewey, Louie were my friends
Scooby Dooby Doo are lost days
Gold morn insane.
I slowly faded out into the garden of Eden
When eyes deep blue made me sleep
Sweet fruits red painted were hanging from trees
Love juices dripped from my soaked lips
Huey, Dewey, Louie came not again
Huey, Dewey, Louie and me are still friends
Scooby Doobey Doo bygone days
Gold morn insane.
2 comments:
Money... Sex... Hmmm... dirth of both, brings one back to reality :)
Your posts are becoming completely dopey! Love it... How do you manage it without dope, though? or are your scoring some ;)
neyhhh no dope.....as one of the last lears piku said.....tiredness gives u a high
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