Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
He's a spider on the web
She's a tiny woman, he could sense
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said is anybody out there
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
T's a new move for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass
Let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?
He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything
But she was only, only, only fifteen
My oh my you pretty thing
It's about that time
For us to leave
Does your daddy have a shot gun?
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe like a peach
And how could he have known?
That she was only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
She was only, only, only fifteen
Twenty-five the season off dope Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope He's a spider on the web She's a tiny woman, he could sense Her developing body was just the beginning She said is anybody out there She was bruised like a cherry Ripe as a peach How could he have known That she was only fifteen And she came to him like a tick on the noose Little blue eyed soul for his black and blues T's a new move for the likes of me Our skin is like grass Let's smoke it real fast Is anybody out there? He was deep like a grave yard wide like TV And how could he have known That she'd be down for almost anything But she was only, only, only fifteen My oh my you pretty thing It's about that time For us to leave Does your daddy have a shot gun? He was deep like a graveyard She was ripe like a peach And how could he have known? That she was only fifteen She was only, only, only fifteen She was only, only, only fifteen Explain Request ×
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