Weed Out

She had a real cute face and

Despite her lack of taste

I thought it was time to say hello

Yes we have met before

In September last fall

Around a camp fire and yes I think I like her

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So I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Took a step back

So I played myself out

Sip from my 40-ounce

Don't smoke the weed out

Till the cows come home

And I don't know where I let myself go

And I don't know if I'm ever gonna let it go

First time I saw her face was

Working at my cafe and

Simply she flew into the room

We had not met before

I had to think of baseball

We traded phone numbers and

Yes I think I like her

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Bridge:

So I guess it's been crapped upped

Forever not enough

My little buttercup

Remembered what was up

So I guess it's been crapped upped, forever not enough, my little buttercup

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