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Smokin' Oysters




Please hand me my pen or did I throw it in the dryer
Don't call me a liar when I say I'm frustrated
I mean it, I'm not just confused
I feel lost without money, ain't got no honey
But I'm pretty good at getting stung.

Now all my clothes are stained up with ball point
I'd make a small point but I'm not sure if I should be
Wearing the pants here. It seems such a bad year
All the decadent drinking, I know all that you're thinking
It's such a sad story
I'm sorry, I don't mean to bore you
I'm talking blues but what I'm saying is common
I put a lock on my mind and I'm prying it open

I just smoked some oysters in a half shell
Now I think I'd like to do some steaming with you
I just had a mountain of my memory come back to me
It's funny that I can't recall anything that bad at all.

I just did some dancing in a niteclub and
I thought I was crazy, everyone else thought I was cool.
I just hit the hospital for volts, but I was told
It'd be an overdose, I need a shock like you.

It's such a sad story
I'm sorry, I don't mean to bore you
I'm talking blues but what I'm saying is common
I put a lock on my heart and I'm prying it open.



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