 Stoned lyrics ( Old 97`s )   
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Artist : Old 97`s
Song : Stoned
Well I must have been stoned when this whole
started,
`Cause I just can`t seem to think straight
anymore.
Can`t figure out where I`m at, maybe Memphis,
maybe Mexico.
I think you`re swell but I ain`t gonna tell you
so.
I think you`re great but it`s late and I`d better
go.
Hitchhike to Rhome. Take the Greyhound to
Fredericksburg.
Well I`m flat broke, I`ve been smoking butts for
days.
You say, "Maybe you can stay with me."
I say, "Lady, that`s a dangerous plan."
You`re quite a woman, but I don`t wanna be your
man.
You`re quite a kisser, but listen close and
understand.
Take a letter to God. "Dear Sir: I`m
dissatisfied.
Well it ain`t your fault they keep pouring salt
on my heart.
All I need is a brief reprieve. I keep leaving. I
ain`t gettin` nowhere."
Won`t you linger, let me run my fingers through
your hair?
Won`t you stay? I can`t play like I don`t care.
I think you`re dope, and I hope I`m making myself
clear.
I think you`re fly and that`s why I`m getting out
of here.
Well, I must have been stoned.
Good Lord, I wish I`d been stoned.
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