Song parody of
Allie Left Her Gloves in My Car
by Stuffy Doll
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The sun is about to rise
Or maybe it just set
You're all frayed denim and flowers
Too uncomfortable to forget
When I pull up, it's raining
And you're smoking a cigarette
Bent over at the waist
To keep the end from getting wet
Oh shit...
When you're safely in the passenger seat
You slip your flats off and flex your feral feet
Unfurl a square of foil from your pocket
Start tearing tabs from a paper sheet
There is guilt in every smile
In each confession, some deceit
There is a hunger that we insult with out denial
Three more miles til we can eat
I guess this is who we are now?
Assholes asking tactless questions
Blunt ash smashed into the carpet
Scattered in all directions
Down down down
I heard what you said
I heard what you've done
You can taste the difference as soon as it hits your tongue
It's bitter, like licking the metal siding of a trailer
These kids down in Sarasota whip up enough sheets to fill a library
And send their bounty up the coast
Where the skeevballs and snapbacks sell it to the seething teens of the Ybor scene
Searching for things to kill time until they can escape
They rarely escape
They just get older...
They just get older...
The sun is about to rise
Or maybe it just set
You're all frayed denim and flowers
Too uncomfortable to forget
When I pull up, it's raining
And you're smoking a cigarette
Bent over at the waist
To keep the end from getting wet
Oh shit...
When you're safely in the passenger seat
You slip your flats off and flex your feral feet
Unfurl a square of foil from your pocket
Start tearing tabs from a paper sheet
There is guilt in every smile
In each confession, some deceit
There is a hunger that we insult with out denial
Three more miles til we can eat
I guess this is who we are now?
Assholes asking tactless questions
Blunt ash smashed into the carpet
Scattered in all directions
Down down down
I heard what you said
I heard what you've done
You can taste the difference as soon as it hits your tongue
It's bitter, like licking the metal siding of a trailer
These kids down in Sarasota whip up enough sheets to fill a library
And send their bounty up the coast
Where the skeevballs and snapbacks sell it to the seething teens of the Ybor scene
Searching for things to kill time until they can escape
They rarely escape
They just get older...
They just get older...
