woman was talkin
and let me tell you, she had more words
than col. sanders has birds.
well let me tell you
if you ask me
and she touch my arm so often she wore a groove.
mama bring me up to listen nice, and i tried,
but soon my mind start to wander…
I craved to hear your voice in my ear
sayin hey sweetie, how’s my girl?
I hankered to hear one of your goofy tangents,
like, this place has *got* to have Twizzlers
look! a rabbit!
and pretty soon i was a million miles away and smilin.
honey, where did you go?
i guess i went down the rabbit hole,
but she don’t need to know.