GET A CLUE! 12/4/2004

I’m sitting in a suitcase like a nutter-butter ball. I see a man staring; he’s standing down the hall. I don’t know what to say to them, neither will I to you. It doesn’t really matter though. Why the fuck should you care who screwed who. Rip, dip, a fall and trip. Turn around and watch the finger flip. Learn a lesson, lick your lips, walk away and shake your hips. Make them wish and want, get a clue? That’s when you know they’re not really true. They want the sanity but I’m deceived, the fact is though, that they believed. How long has she known? Truly, I don’t care. We’re going to breakfast, we’ll meet you there. If she doesn’t show, what should we do? Move the fuck on and get a clue!