[Verse 1]
Twenty-five, the season of dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope
He's a spider on the web
She was a tiny woman, heap of sins
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said, "is anybody out there?"
[Pre-Chorus]
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen?
[Verse 2]
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues
It's a new high moon for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
[Pre-Chorus]
He was deep like a graveyard
Wired like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything?
Twenty-five, the season of dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope
He's a spider on the web
She was a tiny woman, heap of sins
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said, "is anybody out there?"
[Pre-Chorus]
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen?
[Verse 2]
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues
It's a new high moon for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
[Pre-Chorus]
He was deep like a graveyard
Wired like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything?
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