awful.

Moving through the crowd, the smoke has got me choking, funny that I'm choking, could it be that I am smoking?
Pounds are going round, but this is nothing new, hoping that eloping with a dip is what I'll do.
System's kinda booming like a drive-in called the Sonic, find the bar kid, my state of mind would like a tonic.
There she goes, "where?" take my thoughts out of the dumps, Lawnge, over there, over there, look at bumps!
From the time that she was born, she was raised to be all that, gave her no food, (what?) strictly Similak.
But like a punk on Dick street, a coupon in the ghetto, I said, 'hon, whacha drinkin?' she said, 'milk and amaretto'.
I took a seat beside her, I would not be denied her, I ordered L.I.I.T. and fill her up; shes got a rider.
She showed her dental work and said I looked familiar, I touched her on the hand, I had to feel her