Josephine is not your kind She believes in magic and rhymes You tried hard to make her fine But she sleeps with acid
Do her parents know it's for real When she asks them to be high I don't know But they will sure beware of it
She smokes clouds every single night Should be glad that she's alive In her head she sees butterflies with pistols
Josephine is not your kind She believes in ravers with dimes You tried hard to see her eyes But they're made for others
She runs to the club with some cash And spends them all on pleasure In her head there's some old drug Taking care of her
Gets the very best of a man And pays him with a laugh Don't you see she's not a mystery Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
