Stoned — текст песни (Old 97`s)

Well I must have been stoned when this whole started,
`Cause I just can`t seem to think straight anymore.

Can`t figure out where I`m at, maybe Memphis, maybe Mexico.
I think you`re swell but I ain`t gonna tell you so.
I think you`re great but it`s late and I`d better go.

Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to Fredericksburg.
Well I`m flat broke, I`ve been smoking butts for days.

You say, "Maybe you can stay with me." I say, "Lady, that`s a dangerous plan."
You`re quite a woman, but I don`t wanna be your man.
You`re quite a kisser, but listen close and understand.

Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I`m dissatisfied.
Well it ain`t your fault they keep pouring salt on my heart.

All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I ain`t gettin` nowhere."
Won`t you linger, let me run my fingers through your hair?
Won`t you stay? I can`t play like I don`t care.
I think you`re dope, and I hope I`m making myself clear.
I think you`re fly and that`s why I`m getting out of here.

Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I`d been stoned.