My girl is a bowl of hash, a familiar looking rash
My girl's my secret stash, my shampooed pile of trash
My girl's a borealis-lit fjord
My girl's a summons ignored
My girl's a beer, freshly poured
A lost tribe's library stored
You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease
I want your disease
I want your disease
My girl is off-track betting
My girl is a traffic light
My girl is an unmade bed
My girl is a moonless night
My girl is choppy air
My girl is a Golden Corall
My girl is a curse word screamed
My girl is not their scene
You've been getting lots of similes but I want your disease
I want your disease
I want your
