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A Girl Named Sleaze
Sunday, September 04 2005

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so there I was
puffing on those durban trees
rolled up in a blunt
with a bit of Lebanese
so powerful, it could
bring you too your knees
seizing on the ground
like a dog who has flees

then there was
the girl named Sleaze
black, and white, and
a little Cantonese
she didn't even know how to
say the word tease
just a couple minutes
she could bring you to your knees
smile on your face
cause she aimed to please

things were going great till
her husband Hercules
slipped round the back
with a hammer up his sleeve
he had the jump
was sitting on my knees
my fists started swinging
like a swarm of angry bees

grabbing at the hammer
tangled with his sleeve
he dropped to the ground
head caved with ease
his eyes rolled back
then he started to seize
a bright flash out the window
a scream from Sleaze

thoughts flowing through
fumbling for my keys
get to the car
shaking in my knees

stopped back at home
smoked the Lebanese
coughed so hard
starting to wheeze

turned on the news
saw the girl Sleaze
"some one broke in
killed my Hercules,
I shot him in the gut
but he fled with ease"

thoughts turning dark
it's starting to freeze

I'll change, I'll go to church
I pray on my knees
dropped to the floor
oh god forgive me please...   

  

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