~chacha~

Sometimes I think of all the places where I don't wanna go,Then I think of all the things that I never wanna do,And when I think of all the people that I don't wanna meet,I close my eyes and go to sleep...!!!Tully, baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars,I'm the prince of poverty I hang around in bars,Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool,My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel...Your obviousness disgusts me I see thru your macho lies,I'll fight everything you stand for,There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore,Maybe what we had was just GREEN CORN...!!!