Kim You Bore Me to Death Grandaddy

To be clean out of money, but with four healthy limbs
Could drive anybody to name their kid Kim
I swear I'll never name my kid Kim

We met at a party, I was drunk and smoking cloves
I really just needed a ride back to town
No, I don't smoke cloves anymore

And so she explains her theory, her feet propped on new pillows
And her roommate behind her playing bongos
Kim, you bore me to death
You bore me to death