Bowling For Soup - Cold Shower Tuesdays

Her shrooms were stolen
In the palm of my hand
That's still the only time
I hit the floor when I passed out
Your puke in my lap
We smoked up to the past
Knowing we would buy or steal some more

Chorus:
Tell her I'm not sorry
Mention my Ferrari
Just tell her that
I am a drug lord
She wanted her drugs
I wanted to steal them
And that's the last thing I've stolen from her

Remember how our drugs matched
shrooms, same size
I guess I should have smoked all the weed

I toked up on the phone
You still felt ripped off
And smoked all the drugs

Chorus

Campfire hash
And John Hughes angel dust
Jr. speed & illegal drug Tuesdays
November shivers and rearview mirrors
And the little things like that

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