Placin' your bet on a horse that never left the gate now
got nothin' left on your plate
Was my dance pattern wrong?
Did I make a mistake when I sang the song?
Was my vox too sexy?
Was my vox too strong?
Now you navigate your way around the treacherous terrain
try not to step in the Darvocet and the Novocaine
and you're stuck in the corner listening to some guy talk about his screenplay
and the crazy things he did one night in Spain
I buy the drugs
I can be the jump start for the car parked in your mind
Cos' You left the lights on all night long
We can drive for miles and miles and miles
and miles and miles and miles and miles away
If you ever find yourself in need
You can submit your request in writing
And this is what you do
Send in a self addressed stamped envelope
To PO Box 900
Los Angeles
California
90212
And I will fill your perscription with some degree of accuracy
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