- I hope I can turn this into a song someday.
Took a ride in my rusted old car,
Thinking about someone from here and afar,
Ain't sleeping because of my road trippin' girl.
[Chorus]
She's from the east coast California,
She loves the sea, guys and Tequila,
Thinks about songs and islands all the time,
Still I wish that road trippin' girl was mine.
Getting a snack before going to sleep,
Before countless hours of counting sheep,
Hoping to get a glimpse of her face,
But seeing her defines my heartaches.
[Chorus]
I know that she is still alone, single,
That I can try to flirt, to mingle,
But we both know we ain't fit for each other,
Even though I dream that she's my lover.
In my sleep we go to the movies,
While I dream we're both hugging gently,
Visiting fancy restaurants together,
Walking on the shore like two feathers,
I wish I wasn't as cute as this,
But hey, I just love it when we kiss.
She's a beauty, but she's also...
[Chorus]
That gal from the east coast California,
Woman that loves the sea, guys and Tequila,
Thinks about songs and islands all the time,
Still I wish that road trippin' girl was mine.
Nah! Said the guy above us all,
Love will always be for you a one way,
So what ever you do, write or say,
She will never answer your call.
So she just remains in her cell,
Waiting for a guy to meet her needs,
Just don't forget that boy, for you he fell,
Through the tunnel of love, that life long well.
I still hope I could meet another one like you,
And that this time, love could make it through,
But for now, all I need is my cold, dirty bed,
To continue receiving the dreams I shed.
You will always be a part of my sunshine,
That road trippin' girl I wished was mine.
- Kinda cheezy, eh?
- I know it's fucking cheezy, I've mentionned it during the song.
- Ohhhh smootch smootch I love kissing you.
- Just shut up.
- K-I-S-S-I-N-G.
- Shut up!
- Alright alright... kissah. Ouch! What'cha do that for?
- Because you... are... being... a... JACKASS.
- Well fuck you, mr. goody two shoes, thinking a little love song without music is gonna change the whole fucking world!
- There's gonna have music!
- Awww yeah, when?
- Errrrrr...
- Knew it.
- Just call it... somekind of imaginary music poem.
- Kinda like rap?
- Kinda.
- Without like, the catchy beat, the bling, the cars and the hoes. Hope you get the right escort to match that shirt, buddy.
- Jerkoff.
- Chicken fucker.
- We both know that ain't true.
- What ain't true?
- That chicken fucker bullshit... you can't like, morphologically, fornicate with a bird.
- Sooo... who told you that? Ohhh yeah you little cheeky bastard. The chicken itself.
- And since fucking when do chickens talk?
- Since you started FUCKING them!
- Ohhh shucks. Damn you.
- Anyhoo, goodnight mate, hope I don't find a piece of genitalia in my scrambled eggs tomorrow.
- You better hope really hard, you stupid retard.
- Hey, I'm not a retard!
- Gotcha. Llama fucker.
- Groovy Baby!
- What, you want to do another Austin Powers fight?
- Get into my belly!
- Pffffffft... Immature.
- Shagadelic!
Bordel j'suis productif de non productivité aujourd'hui.
-Jack- Dark Side of the Sun - Modeselektor (Feat. Puppetmastaz)
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