Sally Slips Hurt

Bitter sweet sleep, summer street
Looks at me and then she bleats out a streak
This just means she got her weed
But not a bong, who’s tired?
Don’t we all just want a little piece of release?
Comfort me and cum for me again

I think she just might be the one

Now we sleep deep under sheets
With what's going underneath
Who was she, or who was he?
Who reaped the benefit of love this time?
What’s it all?
Since I could neither fuck it, or cover it
I’d rather smother it

To come to where it goes
Cause it'll come to where it goes
And when it comes to where it goes
Well then it goes away

If it looks just like it, it smells just like it, it felt just like it
Well, then, it might just be the one
Well, if it looked just like it, it felt just like it, you melt just like it
And, then, it just might be the one