Down in the Dumps
Here is the story:
A girl comes into Michaelangelo's that I can't help but saying something to. Turns out, I already did three years ago. I remember seeing her. She recognizes me first. I am ashamed and my face is on fire.
It's like I had one hand jerkin off, a thumb up my butt, and my face vomiting sentiments all over her beautiful blouse. "I'll pay for the dry cleaning" I would say, but I know I don't have the change. Fuck a duck. I guess I'm done for...
A girl comes into Michaelangelo's that I can't help but saying something to. Turns out, I already did three years ago. I remember seeing her. She recognizes me first. I am ashamed and my face is on fire.
It's like I had one hand jerkin off, a thumb up my butt, and my face vomiting sentiments all over her beautiful blouse. "I'll pay for the dry cleaning" I would say, but I know I don't have the change. Fuck a duck. I guess I'm done for...