Sally Slips

Bitter sweet sleep, summer street

Looks at me and then she bleats out a streak

This just means she got her weed

But not a bong, who's tired?

Don't we all just want a little piece of release?

Comfort me and cum for me again

I think she just might be the one

Now we sleep deep under sheets

With what's going underneath

Who was she, or who was he?

Who reaped the benefit of love this time?

What's it all?

Since I could neither fuck it, or cover it

I'd rather smother it

To come to where it goes

Cause it'll come to where it goes

And when it comes to where it goes

Well then it goes away

If it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it

Well, then, it might just be the one

Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just like it, you melt just like

It

And, then, it just might be the one

(She just might be the one,

She just might be the one,

She just might be the one,

Just might be the one)

It comes just like echoes,

It goes just like echoes,

It goes just like echoes,

It goes just like a ghost

Cause then she comes to where it goes

Cause it will come to where it goes

And when it comes to where it goes

Well then it comes just like it's told

Sally slipped again in deep with them

There was not a thing of you to love

You lied all this time you were alone

Sleeping ghosts in the end

Now we are both...

But now it's time... delivers in the memories

I've got the medicine.

To looks just like it

Smells just like it

It felt just like it

You might just buy it

If it looks just like it

It sucks just like it

It fucks just like it

Well then is got to be the one

You know me... here

You own me... here

You're only... here