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Description
Chinese masseuse, comes between us
talks in haikus, plastic venus.
Got a headrush, in her pocket
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely.

Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely

((I think maybe it's drugs))

Description
Chinese masseuse, comes between us
talks in haikus, plastic venus.
Got a headrush, in her pocket
two rubbers two lubes, and a silver rocket

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely.

Every morning, my eyes will open wide
I gotta get high, before I go outside.
Roll another, for breakfast
burning clouds around, and in my solar plexus.

Hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID
hang on, hang on
to your IQ, to your ID

I'm lonely

((I think maybe it's drugs))