I'm Guessin' This Ain't Kansas
Okay, now what the fuck is goin’ on?
One minute, I’m on my way to have a little fun with B’s beefcake boy toy, and next minute I know I’m sittin’ on my ass on some fuckin’ beach.
Don’t remember takin’ no drugs, so I’m doubtin’ this is some kinda hallucination trip or whatever.
Sittin’ in the sand, starin’ out at the water, I was tryin’ to rack my brain to figure out what went wrong. Maybe it was some side effect of this whole body switchin’ spell thing. Somethin’ the Mayor didn’t count on.
Fuck, you coulda clued a girl in that somethin’ might go wrong.
That had to be it. Don’t really think it could be nothin’ else. Could it?
Wait.
Red.
Damn, now why didn’t I think about that earlier? That’s what it must be. Red and her damn mojo. Never woulda figured her to be this good at it. But hey, not like I’ve paid much attention to anyone else.
Anyone but me.
Oh, and makin’ B’s life a livin’ hell. Yeah, that was pretty much my main priority. Bitch put me in a fuckin’ coma. For 8 long ass months. Guess I woke up kinda cranky huh?
Wouldn’t you? I mean, if somebody shoved a knife in you and then left you to die? You’d be wicked pissed too.
Bet she didn’t count on me wakin’ up. Oh, but I did. And I had one major jones for payback. Guess I got it too. Took her body and was workin’ on fuckin’ up her whole life.
And now this.
Guess I can’t really complain, I mean, wakin’ up from a coma, makin’ with some torture and then endin’ up on a tropical island. Looks like for once, I didn’t get the short end of the straw. Or whatever that saying is.
Standin’ up, I dusted my jeans off and started lookin’ around. Maybe I oughta find out what the sitch is here before I start countin’ my blessings and all.
Not that I would or anything. But you get what I’m sayin’.
Maybe I’ll luck out and find me some hot island boys. Or girls. Hell, I ain’t picky at this point. Then again, never really have been. Bein’ that I’m wearin’ B’s skin, I’ve been itchin’ to take this hot little body for a test drive.
I started walkin’ to my right. Seemed like a good place to start. Here’s hopin’ somethin’ turns up.
((Open to Anyone who sees "Buffy"))
One minute, I’m on my way to have a little fun with B’s beefcake boy toy, and next minute I know I’m sittin’ on my ass on some fuckin’ beach.
Don’t remember takin’ no drugs, so I’m doubtin’ this is some kinda hallucination trip or whatever.
Sittin’ in the sand, starin’ out at the water, I was tryin’ to rack my brain to figure out what went wrong. Maybe it was some side effect of this whole body switchin’ spell thing. Somethin’ the Mayor didn’t count on.
Fuck, you coulda clued a girl in that somethin’ might go wrong.
That had to be it. Don’t really think it could be nothin’ else. Could it?
Wait.
Red.
Damn, now why didn’t I think about that earlier? That’s what it must be. Red and her damn mojo. Never woulda figured her to be this good at it. But hey, not like I’ve paid much attention to anyone else.
Anyone but me.
Oh, and makin’ B’s life a livin’ hell. Yeah, that was pretty much my main priority. Bitch put me in a fuckin’ coma. For 8 long ass months. Guess I woke up kinda cranky huh?
Wouldn’t you? I mean, if somebody shoved a knife in you and then left you to die? You’d be wicked pissed too.
Bet she didn’t count on me wakin’ up. Oh, but I did. And I had one major jones for payback. Guess I got it too. Took her body and was workin’ on fuckin’ up her whole life.
And now this.
Guess I can’t really complain, I mean, wakin’ up from a coma, makin’ with some torture and then endin’ up on a tropical island. Looks like for once, I didn’t get the short end of the straw. Or whatever that saying is.
Standin’ up, I dusted my jeans off and started lookin’ around. Maybe I oughta find out what the sitch is here before I start countin’ my blessings and all.
Not that I would or anything. But you get what I’m sayin’.
Maybe I’ll luck out and find me some hot island boys. Or girls. Hell, I ain’t picky at this point. Then again, never really have been. Bein’ that I’m wearin’ B’s skin, I’ve been itchin’ to take this hot little body for a test drive.
I started walkin’ to my right. Seemed like a good place to start. Here’s hopin’ somethin’ turns up.
((Open to Anyone who sees "Buffy"))